Life is pretty nuts. If you just consider what’s happening, what’s going on here… this shit is WILD. I think that’s what most excites and frustrates me about being alive – the possibilities are endless and yet we engage in systemized dogshit whirlpools of offensive stupidity. Like, it’s offensive how stupid we are. But we’re also awesome. Take… More A Blog About Why I Don’t “Get It.” Alternate Title: Wow. Tertiary Title: Brains of Steel
It’s funny. I wrote this whole thing about letting myself be authentic and how that enables me to be drawn to my purpose. If I’m real enough with myself, I don’t need to find my calling, it just happens. I do it. So I wrote that and then, for all of the two weeks since then, I’ve… More My Monthly Mid-life Crisis
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Haha, so what’s the point? I mean, I really wonder a lot about that. Not like, “What’s the point of going on anymore?” I’m past that. It’s more like, “What’s the point of getting so worked up about stuff and things?” Caring is one thing. Being a freakazoid spaz-face is another. Facebook is fucking… More Blitzkrieg Blabber Post
In a recent post I entered a wrestling match with vanity. There was no victor. Vanity is strange, because while the word conjures up a distinct state of constant self-assessment in regards to our outward appearances, it could potentially weigh constantly on our relations to others in myriad ways. Vanity also raises a lot of… More More Thoughts on Vanity, and the Genuineness of Character
Here are a few words on vanity from pages 22-23 of David Foster Wallace’s The Broom of the System – a novel that developed from one of his undergrad theses: “A story, please.” “You want a story.” “Please.” “Did get a rather interesting one today.” “Go for it.” “Depressing, though.” “I want to hear it.” “Concerned a man… More Excerpt from “The Broom of the System,” and Comments on Vanity
I’ve been noticing more and more how often I think or say out loud – “I don’t care.” I’d like to think I’m full of shit when I say “I don’t care,” but I’m also aware that I may be trying to protect my impression of my own character. It’s certainly more satisfying to think… More I Don’t Care.
I’ve been noticing more and more how often I think or say out loud – “I don’t care.” I’d like to think I’m full of shit when I say “I don’t care,” but I’m also aware that I may be trying to protect my impression of my own character. It’s certainly more satisfying to think… More I Don’t Care.
