As I write these words, my knowledge of their destination is limited. They seem to spring from my conscious like whimsical puppets, revealing themselves to the audience from behind the curtain. I guess I just have to get some stuff off my chest…
Undpredictablity. Barely a word, it pops out from beneath. THe smiling children giggle; he latest addition to the motley cast of my imagination. To put it simply, I’m in a quite bizarre mood. My mind is constantly preoccupied by the same image of Donnie Darko confessing a sad truth of human existence. And now I’m just getting caught up in the haze of my own words. Oh well, I doubt that many will reach you. This is my first post in a long time. My resolution for the New Year has strayed from it’s original intent, and alas I have not yet written a single block of writing worthy of the web. So I’m starting now. Sort of. Let me tell you more of my worrying ideas.
For the past week, the abscence of Randomness in literature has plagued me. Why is it that we find ourselves incapable of writing total nonsense. In any spare moment I will commandeer my mind for in the hope of writing a sentence that quite simply doesn’t make sense. Perhaps this is a futile act and a trivial worry, but nonetheless, it has stolen a quite substantial amount of processing power from my brain. Maybe in writing this post, I may finally achieve this mindless aim. Who knows?
I would also like to tell the world that “sh*t happens”. Yes, it’s true that the polar ice caps are melting at an alarming rate, and that there is convincing evidence that we are the primary source of this disturbance. But you know what, so what? It was fun while it lasted, and did a great mind once say that “Our lives not measure in the number of breaths that we take but by the number of moments that take our breath away.” Yes we’re dangerous, yes our footsteps are seeping with sulphuric acid, but even the most dorsal of sloths can become volatile when endangered. We seemingly have no care for the world around us, are we blind? Maybe. Many critics might label us a “selfish race” for this reason, and there’s no denying the fact, that their right. Biology explains this with evolution. An organism should be selfish and therefore be absent-minded in the art of environmental concern. And yet the little green people still ask us why we wage on with our corrosive paths, despite our apparent knowledge of the countless crimes we are committing. To this I have no answer. Sometimes reason should not rule our choices in life. We should follow our hearts and run like the wind when faced by decisions tinted by logic. In the end we all just want to watch the world burn. And in the end the world will burn. Along with us.
Now for the latest development: The Impulsive Motion. Do what feels right; shoot first, ask questions later. This is exactly the sort of behaviour that is religiously suppressed from a young age in todays youth, and yet to me it seems so sensible. The only decisions that you will regret later on in life are the ones that you didn’t take. The doors that war left closed. By taking every opportunity in life you are enlarging the probability of the occurrence of a truly great event. Leap without looking. When you should go down, go to the bottom of the deepest well. When you feel you should go up, climb t the top of the highest mountain. Do what feels right at the time. Be more impulsive
At this point I would like to prepare the audience for the latest character in this death-defying novel; the Escape-Artist. It is my fundamental belief that Captivity is no fit place for a child. So I propose a radical new idea, let’s break free from our chains. Let’s defy our history, our government, natural selection. Let’s question social norms. For in this bitter world, we are our only captors. We are the manufacturers of our chains and shackles. It is us who toss the keys to a better life deep into the oceans of the unknown that hide in the vast dark corners of our minds. Let’s live fast and die young. Do what you want; take the rules of humanity and grind them into a sweet pulp, then toss it into the wind. Sleep all day, sleep all night. Sprint through the deep snow with nothing but bare feet to grace your fall. Embrace the opposite, the unorthodox. It is my fundamental belief that we should teach corruption, and rule-breaking to the youngsters of our nation. I would rather live in a nation of united vagabonds that a civilised country, it’s heart severely ruptured from social divide. Not that I am suggesting unity is any greater than social divide. All I wish to communicate is that we should at least observe a small proportion of everything before we make decisions that surpass our small minds. Practice multiple religions. Play your music as loud as technology will allow, until your ear-drums pop. Drive slowly to inhibit change. See the big picture. Try to understand quantum physics. Change the world. Prise your mind free from the globular mass of the human race, drill deep enough into it’s core as to find something more than your insignificant life.
Now for another idea, another bundle of emotions and facial expressions that come to compose the features of a well-rounded personality. The Daydreamer. Watch (not see). Take a seat, buy yourself a thick milano hot chocolate and just watch the world go by. See someone as everything and everything as something. Think about each person. See their hands thrust deep into their pockets. Hear the silence through the window pane as they chat mindlessly while conversing the busy roads. Take their character, select a story, feel their circumstances engulf you. Spend more time thinking. The ability to facilitate though is a fundamental human quality, and yet the world is stilled filled with imbeciles. Intelligence is not measure in knowledge, as knowledge is a variable element, intelligence is measured in the the quality of thoughts flooding your head. This is why I wish for you to daydream. Go to bed early, wake late. Discover a world previously hidden from view. Drink lemon juice (it helps). These thoughts do not need to be of great intellectual material, they do not need to encompass complex subjects such a science and maths and language. All that is necessary is a certain degree of… You know what forget it. Just think. Solve problems that have no yet been inventive. Be creative. I don’t care. Just be creative god damn it! I’ve spent the last two weeks attempting to inject a creative mind set into one of my friends (so far I have been unsuccessful).
My mental trip’s starting to dry up now, I’m beginning to run out of brain juice. Oh, one last thing: please, please go out to your local fast-food outlet and totally pig out. Because apparently by 2050 more than half of the world population will be clinically obese, and personally I can’t wait to see all you fatties waddling around the train-stations, squeezing your plump bodies into cramped aeroplanes. Wow, what a sight that will be. So a final thought: Get fat my little piggies.