I can honestly say I've found the secret to happiness.
The secret to happiness is cake batter ice cream mixed with caramel and brownie from Coldstone Creamery.
Please realize that the secret to happiness is totally true. I say "is" literally. I say "is" presently. When you read this, "is" will be "then" and cake batter ice cream mixed with caramel and brownie from Coldstone Creamery may not be the secret to happiness anymore.
Right now I'm glad it is though, because I was aching and panicking because I was unhappy and I had no idea why. Fortunately I saw Coldstone Creamery out of the corner of my eye and knew I could presently have happiness.
It's embarrassing how often this happens to me. I remember distinctly on a specific day a year ago the secret to happiness was beef so I got a Westerner from Carl's Jr. About six months ago the secret to happiness was watching the specific episode of Cowboy Bebop called "The Ballad of Fallen Angels." Three months ago it was hearing "Open Your Heart" by Madonna.
I'm a genius. I'm a really really smart guy. More so than it appears. The thing is, 90% of my brain capacity isn't working on smart guy things, but actually trying to figure out what the secret of happiness is at that given moment. I've developed a very very intense inner network of television episodes sorted by season, music sorted by decade, restaurant menus, sugary liquids, movie lines, comic strips, comic books, wi-fi hotspots and strange URLs.
I'm reminded of a very touching Futurama episode where Fry checks his bank account after being cryogenically frozen for 1,000 years and discovers he's a billionaire. He purchases everything he's ever wanted and becomes a hermit of sorts. When his friends tell him to come to his senses, he says: "I've finally discovered the secret to happiness, and it's not people -- it's things."
Often, I'll have a panic attack and go hours before I realize what happiness is all about. That time increment will likely only go up if I continue to maintain the current database while adding new data.
(Also, eventually I'll finally come to realize that eating animals is wrong and I'll be forced to abstain from that happiness when it manifests itself)
Is this what the Buddhists are talking about when they emphasize the only way to heaven is actually wanting nothing? Hell is too many good things. Of course nothing is still nothing.
You know what? Cake batter ice cream mixed with caramel and brownie from Coldstone Creamery actually isn't all that great.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
rise of the planet of the douchebags
Sometimes my favorite movie ever is Highlander. Most of my favorite movies ever have a soundtrack by Queen. Highlander is about some individual immortals who live hundreds of years and can only be killed by each other. Eventually, "there can only be one" (a phrase repeated throughout the movie). The last immortal left gets "the prize" which can be used to save the world or rule it.
The final two immortals are the hero (the "Highlander" of the title) and one of my favorite bad guys in movie history: The Kurgan. Kurgan is played by Clancy Brown, a very magnetic actor and a joy to watch especially as this villain.
At one point, Kurgan meets Highlander in a church (neutral ground so they can't kill each other there) in order to aggravate him. After their machismo words, Kurgan sticks around to disrupt nearby worshipers. A very brave priest comes up to him and begins this bit of dialogue:
Priest: This is the house of God. People are trying to pray. You're disturbing them.
Kurgan: He cares about these helpless mortals?
Priest: Of course he cares. He died for our sins.
Kurgan: That shall be his undoing.
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I'm not a nice person.
There are a lot of people who may disagree. They can cite evidence because I do nice things -- or at least I'm not overtly cruel like The Kurgan. But the nice things I do aren't because they're a natural part of me. I do nice things because logically, I feel that people need to do nice things in order to have a working and evolved society. It's ideals in humanity and not the desires of my heart that compel me to be good.
My perfect society comes at a sacrifice. I may not live in this society -- but maybe I'll have the honor of making a tiny influence on others who may make an influence on others who may produce the society.
Those people reading this now are probably thinking I think I'm actually a better person than I am. But that's the point, see? I'm not good at all. Hardly anybody is.
I should probably re-define though. I'm not so much good as I'm someone who sort of abstains from evil. I specifically try my hardest not to be cruel or obnoxious or a negative influence on people. I don't specifically look out for number one because I don't believe "there can be only one." If we're getting there, we're doing it together. We have our freedom to choose to get there, but if I influence someone negatively, I'm horrified.
Anyway, not being evil is more of a job than a habit.
Lots of us realize this -- and as a result, lots of us become douchebags. I guess people can define douchebags lots of different ways. Some define them strictly by wardrobe. For the purposes of this writing, I'll define douchebags as consumed with the solipsistic pleasures of the self. A douchebag sees society as a means to benefit himself solely and not something to be improved upon through idealistic communal effort.
With the psychology that other peoples' feelings don't exist, the burden of society is lifted for the douchebag. He's learned that since only the "one" is what matters, he can open himself up to happiness.
We sometimes fool ourselves into feeling sorry for them, but if they had the capability, it would be they who feel sorry for us (I say "us" here assuming that no douchebags are reading). We think they're unhappy, but they're unencumbered, free and joyous.
More and more people are realizing this. The more who realize this, the more obvious it is to the rest that this is how things actually work. You can just take what you want.
I don't say this to change your mind about the way you're living or to have some kind of sympathy for douchebags. Don't. I say this to put the cards on the table about how real this is. Those who deserve comeuppance won't receive it unless they ask for it. You can become evil and have and feel anything you want. That's exactly why it's so important to not be evil -- to not find virtue in selfishness.
Often, lower creatures discover quickly that that evilness is a marvelous path because it has no detriment. This is true. And this is our sacrifice.
The final two immortals are the hero (the "Highlander" of the title) and one of my favorite bad guys in movie history: The Kurgan. Kurgan is played by Clancy Brown, a very magnetic actor and a joy to watch especially as this villain.
At one point, Kurgan meets Highlander in a church (neutral ground so they can't kill each other there) in order to aggravate him. After their machismo words, Kurgan sticks around to disrupt nearby worshipers. A very brave priest comes up to him and begins this bit of dialogue:
Priest: This is the house of God. People are trying to pray. You're disturbing them.
Kurgan: He cares about these helpless mortals?
Priest: Of course he cares. He died for our sins.
Kurgan: That shall be his undoing.
****************
I'm not a nice person.
There are a lot of people who may disagree. They can cite evidence because I do nice things -- or at least I'm not overtly cruel like The Kurgan. But the nice things I do aren't because they're a natural part of me. I do nice things because logically, I feel that people need to do nice things in order to have a working and evolved society. It's ideals in humanity and not the desires of my heart that compel me to be good.
My perfect society comes at a sacrifice. I may not live in this society -- but maybe I'll have the honor of making a tiny influence on others who may make an influence on others who may produce the society.
Those people reading this now are probably thinking I think I'm actually a better person than I am. But that's the point, see? I'm not good at all. Hardly anybody is.
I should probably re-define though. I'm not so much good as I'm someone who sort of abstains from evil. I specifically try my hardest not to be cruel or obnoxious or a negative influence on people. I don't specifically look out for number one because I don't believe "there can be only one." If we're getting there, we're doing it together. We have our freedom to choose to get there, but if I influence someone negatively, I'm horrified.
Anyway, not being evil is more of a job than a habit.
Lots of us realize this -- and as a result, lots of us become douchebags. I guess people can define douchebags lots of different ways. Some define them strictly by wardrobe. For the purposes of this writing, I'll define douchebags as consumed with the solipsistic pleasures of the self. A douchebag sees society as a means to benefit himself solely and not something to be improved upon through idealistic communal effort.
With the psychology that other peoples' feelings don't exist, the burden of society is lifted for the douchebag. He's learned that since only the "one" is what matters, he can open himself up to happiness.
We sometimes fool ourselves into feeling sorry for them, but if they had the capability, it would be they who feel sorry for us (I say "us" here assuming that no douchebags are reading). We think they're unhappy, but they're unencumbered, free and joyous.
More and more people are realizing this. The more who realize this, the more obvious it is to the rest that this is how things actually work. You can just take what you want.
I don't say this to change your mind about the way you're living or to have some kind of sympathy for douchebags. Don't. I say this to put the cards on the table about how real this is. Those who deserve comeuppance won't receive it unless they ask for it. You can become evil and have and feel anything you want. That's exactly why it's so important to not be evil -- to not find virtue in selfishness.
Often, lower creatures discover quickly that that evilness is a marvelous path because it has no detriment. This is true. And this is our sacrifice.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
reignition
It's strangely come to my attention that people read this thing sometimes. Not often, but sometimes and that's better than nothing.
Do you know what would be really awesome though? What if tons of people read my blog? But that's only a tiny part of what I need to be awesome. What if tons of people read my blog -- but I was still anonymous? Can you imagine how great it would be to lay out all the dirt on everybody I knew; sought for advice without the people I needed advice for finding out and also telling the dirtiest, most miserable stuff ever with no way of Mom finding out? But most of all I could legitimately crowd source all of my problems to an unbiased reservoir of semi-experts.
Or maybe that whole idea is screwed up. What kind of person seeks the advice of strangers when there are so many friends and family who ought to be more willing to step up to the job? They also have the added bonus of really knowing me.
The more I know people, the more fallible they are. That's the thing. True character development mostly shows weakness, not strength. That may be why all my favorite movie characters are the ones most unseen and mysterious (hello there, Boba Fett). If you've ever seen the show Babylon 5, Lennier will be your favorite character until he develops feelings. I challenge everybody to try out Babyon 5. I just endured the whole series (rewarding, but laborious).
Anyway, it's good to be back in therapy (writing this blog) again. You may have noticed I took a long break. The reason, I suppose, is because I didn't need to anymore. 2011 was pretty rough -- internally. It was nearly as cruel as the summer of '98. If you remember, that summer Ace of Base released a cover of "Cruel Summer" by Bananarama (only more horrible). It really was a cruel summer though, both times.
I had a lot of feeling to vent out. I vented and I managed. If you look back and read what I said, you probably wouldn't get much of a glimpse of what was actually putting me out so bad. And I won't actually say because I'm not as honest a person as I should be and this blog's not anonymous. It fulfilled its position at the time and as a result I'm less of a raving maniac than maybe I would have been otherwise.
I'm not gonna put the thing away though. The therapy is always welcome. I think I'll call it "angst-ridden 14-year-old girl bloggy therapy for gross men over twice that age."
*****
Memories make me feel guilty presently.
I don't know why I thought of it, but many many years ago I was driving in a car with girl and we played a game where we'd flip a coin every other intersection to determine which way we'd go (oh wait, I remember why I thought of it -- in Babylon 5 Captain Sheridan sort of did the same thing just before he died -- except he was on a starship). Anyway, this chick and I were laughing and flirting and just really full of life. It made me feel guilty, because if I ever get married, I don't presently have the energy or youth to give that much enjoyment to my wife. It's totally unfair to her.
*****
"Stairway to Heaven" came on the radio today. I've heard it a million times, but I'm currently going through my "Zeppelin phase." Klosterman says that every male in America goes through the Zeppelin phase at some point, but it's different for everybody. Somehow I missed mine in my teens or twenties. That meant that tonight's listening of "Stairway" was the best hearing of it I've ever heard.
Remember in The Simpsons when the school bus somehow got lost at sea? Otto swam to get help, but was carried away in the current. As this happened, he yelled what I'm sure he presumed to be his last words: "Zeppelin rules!" At this point, I would be honored if those were my last words.
Okay. Fine. Maybe I do have some enjoyment left. She probably better like Zeppelin.
Do you know what would be really awesome though? What if tons of people read my blog? But that's only a tiny part of what I need to be awesome. What if tons of people read my blog -- but I was still anonymous? Can you imagine how great it would be to lay out all the dirt on everybody I knew; sought for advice without the people I needed advice for finding out and also telling the dirtiest, most miserable stuff ever with no way of Mom finding out? But most of all I could legitimately crowd source all of my problems to an unbiased reservoir of semi-experts.
Or maybe that whole idea is screwed up. What kind of person seeks the advice of strangers when there are so many friends and family who ought to be more willing to step up to the job? They also have the added bonus of really knowing me.
The more I know people, the more fallible they are. That's the thing. True character development mostly shows weakness, not strength. That may be why all my favorite movie characters are the ones most unseen and mysterious (hello there, Boba Fett). If you've ever seen the show Babylon 5, Lennier will be your favorite character until he develops feelings. I challenge everybody to try out Babyon 5. I just endured the whole series (rewarding, but laborious).
Anyway, it's good to be back in therapy (writing this blog) again. You may have noticed I took a long break. The reason, I suppose, is because I didn't need to anymore. 2011 was pretty rough -- internally. It was nearly as cruel as the summer of '98. If you remember, that summer Ace of Base released a cover of "Cruel Summer" by Bananarama (only more horrible). It really was a cruel summer though, both times.
I had a lot of feeling to vent out. I vented and I managed. If you look back and read what I said, you probably wouldn't get much of a glimpse of what was actually putting me out so bad. And I won't actually say because I'm not as honest a person as I should be and this blog's not anonymous. It fulfilled its position at the time and as a result I'm less of a raving maniac than maybe I would have been otherwise.
I'm not gonna put the thing away though. The therapy is always welcome. I think I'll call it "angst-ridden 14-year-old girl bloggy therapy for gross men over twice that age."
*****
Memories make me feel guilty presently.
I don't know why I thought of it, but many many years ago I was driving in a car with girl and we played a game where we'd flip a coin every other intersection to determine which way we'd go (oh wait, I remember why I thought of it -- in Babylon 5 Captain Sheridan sort of did the same thing just before he died -- except he was on a starship). Anyway, this chick and I were laughing and flirting and just really full of life. It made me feel guilty, because if I ever get married, I don't presently have the energy or youth to give that much enjoyment to my wife. It's totally unfair to her.
*****
"Stairway to Heaven" came on the radio today. I've heard it a million times, but I'm currently going through my "Zeppelin phase." Klosterman says that every male in America goes through the Zeppelin phase at some point, but it's different for everybody. Somehow I missed mine in my teens or twenties. That meant that tonight's listening of "Stairway" was the best hearing of it I've ever heard.
Remember in The Simpsons when the school bus somehow got lost at sea? Otto swam to get help, but was carried away in the current. As this happened, he yelled what I'm sure he presumed to be his last words: "Zeppelin rules!" At this point, I would be honored if those were my last words.
Okay. Fine. Maybe I do have some enjoyment left. She probably better like Zeppelin.
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