They say it's the little things in life that make life worth living... The small details that pass us by in our daily lives. Like a dog waking you up in the morning by pouncing on your head, the smile from your local cafeteria waitress when you order your latte, the rainbow coloring the sky, just as the rain has passed and the sun comes out to shine on our general misery.
So this week we are going to analyze the little things that power my life, that make my life worth living. I feel I owe it to you, a glimpse into my mind, or soul - a deeply personal text, seeing as I haven't updated my blog for three weeks now. So I'll give you something of me, something that will hopefully get you off my back for another three weeks.
First off, let us ponder upon that general saying. I like perverting common wisdom, for everything that has been stamped with the god awful mark of "common wisdom" is generally "wisdom" that is not to be questioned, not to be pondered upon, not to be critiqued in anyway. Common wisdom, common knowledge, are the saying that keep us down, as a race, it is THE perfect example of status quo: Do not question this, for this is what society has deemed true, and everything else is taboo.
"It is the little things in life that make it worth living". Well shit! Does that mean that the bigger the issue, the larger the "little things" are? This of course isn't how you are supposed to think about the saying, but remember, society doesn't want you to think, it want you to pay taxes and die (preferably before collecting pension). However as we are thinking about this piece of common wisdom I must unfortunetly point out the following thing: Your life must suck ass. If the little things in your life are the smile of a friend, a breath of fresh air in between your home- and car door, or anything like that, then your life must be pretty small to make those the "little things". For me, those are the minimal things. The fucking atoms that build up my life. However they certainly aren't the reasons that I live my life for. But don't worry even if I did just take a dump, a hangover morning dump in fact, on your life - I'll soon shit over my life as well. But not quite yet.
Furthermore who the fuck gives a shit about the little things in life? I mean, they are a given, a fact, a basic element of your and my everyday life. And I know what you are going to say: "But, man, if you loose the little things in life you are going to be mentally fucked. Depressed and shit!" Well fucking duh! Of course I'd be sad if I went bankrupt tomorrow so I couldn't afford lattes and my dog died, so that he'd no longer wake me up in the mornings. In fact I'd be more than sad, I'd be devastated. Anybody would be. However it does not make your life not worth living. We fall, we rise up again. We fight. We rebuild. It isn't the little things that make life worth living. It is life that makes life worth living. Its a package, a whole. Life is ride, and the sooner we realize that it is a ride, the sooner we realize that the little or even the medium sized things are pointless. When the ride is over, it is over. However some people who have managed to accumulate huge piles of material possession during the ride want you to think that is worth something, that the materia is worth living for. That it has value. They lie, and you suck their words into your soul like a $50 hooker sucks cock. E.g. Gold. It worth something, right? Wrong. But land, that worth something, right? Wrong again. those things are only worth something because we have agreed that they are worth something. If no one gave the fuck about gold, then it'd loose all its value. And that is of course how young people have gotten rich on the internet. No one thought that virtual space was worth anything. That code on a computer was worth anything. However suddenly YouTube is sold for hundreds of millions. Three people became stinking rich on something basically insubstantial. What was it that google bought? They bought a community. A meeting place. Maybe this is a weird step for capitalism to take, weird in the sense that it could be the start of the undoing of capitalism. Think about it: They bought a site that has millions of users. Sure advertising will pay off nicely etc, however in the years to come it will die. Like all internet sites die. And if more and more companies buy up virtual reality, the more and more companies are investing in you. Yes you! In your ability to go online and post a stupid video. And YOU have the ability to go over to another site and post that video as well. And other will follow. And the companies will have to buy the next site. Over and over again - and perhaps that will lead people to realize that the only reason companies are investing in the sites are because of its users. In you. And perhaps then people will realize that placing worth in things is pointless, because we are after all people, and our wellbeing is central. Not the worth of gold, land or virtual reality.
But you won't realize that, because your are daft and retarded. Instead you, you people, will click on advertisements, you'll worship the companies that own other companies and virtual reality and gold. You'll suck on the corporate cock like it was the last cock on earth (or vagina, in the name of sexual equality). You'll feel smart and discuss the social problems in different countries without realizing that you, you the consumer, are the root of the problem. And the reason you won't realize anything is because you never questioned common wisdom, social norms, the taboos that exist in every social group. Show me one group of people that doesn't have any taboos and I will gladly shoot myself. Please go ahead, google it bitches, I'll be here waiting.
Well, ahem, I got perhaps a little off topic there, but that is the great thing of not having topics. I was talking about the little things in life and then I took a shit on your life and then I rambled on and continued to shit on you. I feel clean. Clean and empty. However I am not on some pedestal preaching to you. I am you. I too have my little inner demons. And some bigger. Quite a few actually. So what are the little things in my life, you ask? As I said they aren't my dog, my friends, my latte or my cigarettes. Those are the atoms of my life. And the little things don't really matter. Life matters. And my life includes all my friends, my family and the people and things that inspire me. So the little things in my life are, for example: The social critique in Bill Hicks stand-up comedy, the knowledge that the majority of Americans get their news from TV-stations owned by Fox (which traditionally supports the republican party), the pitiable fact that my generation is caving in, giving up, the fight for freedom of speech, the irritating truth that the only reason you care about crises in third world countries is because it is media sexy and the fucking sad thought that I am human, therefor I am one of you. Oh yes and all the memories of girls I should have fucked, but didn't. Especially the one who served me my lattes and beers for the past few years. Why on earth didn't I dick her!?! Damn...
But remember: The little things don't matter, life matters. And I love you all... Scumbags!
Peace&Love,
-zS
P.S. In case you wonder what it is that drives me, or inspires me, to write then check out the following sources (in no particular order): Bill Hicks, Warren Ellis (www.warrenellis.com and his comic "Transmetropolitan"), Hunter S. Thompson. And if you want to watch a goddamn awesome TV-series, one which will falcon punch you in the cohones (or cunt-punt you in the case you possess one) then watch "Califronication". Seriously watch it. I feel like it's a TV show about how I look at life.
P.P.S. If you want some weird and mind-expanding (and at times slightly childish and retarded) or failing that then mind-fucking reading then head over to my friends blog: http://finwalrus.livejournal.com/.
So this week we are going to analyze the little things that power my life, that make my life worth living. I feel I owe it to you, a glimpse into my mind, or soul - a deeply personal text, seeing as I haven't updated my blog for three weeks now. So I'll give you something of me, something that will hopefully get you off my back for another three weeks.
First off, let us ponder upon that general saying. I like perverting common wisdom, for everything that has been stamped with the god awful mark of "common wisdom" is generally "wisdom" that is not to be questioned, not to be pondered upon, not to be critiqued in anyway. Common wisdom, common knowledge, are the saying that keep us down, as a race, it is THE perfect example of status quo: Do not question this, for this is what society has deemed true, and everything else is taboo.
"It is the little things in life that make it worth living". Well shit! Does that mean that the bigger the issue, the larger the "little things" are? This of course isn't how you are supposed to think about the saying, but remember, society doesn't want you to think, it want you to pay taxes and die (preferably before collecting pension). However as we are thinking about this piece of common wisdom I must unfortunetly point out the following thing: Your life must suck ass. If the little things in your life are the smile of a friend, a breath of fresh air in between your home- and car door, or anything like that, then your life must be pretty small to make those the "little things". For me, those are the minimal things. The fucking atoms that build up my life. However they certainly aren't the reasons that I live my life for. But don't worry even if I did just take a dump, a hangover morning dump in fact, on your life - I'll soon shit over my life as well. But not quite yet.
Furthermore who the fuck gives a shit about the little things in life? I mean, they are a given, a fact, a basic element of your and my everyday life. And I know what you are going to say: "But, man, if you loose the little things in life you are going to be mentally fucked. Depressed and shit!" Well fucking duh! Of course I'd be sad if I went bankrupt tomorrow so I couldn't afford lattes and my dog died, so that he'd no longer wake me up in the mornings. In fact I'd be more than sad, I'd be devastated. Anybody would be. However it does not make your life not worth living. We fall, we rise up again. We fight. We rebuild. It isn't the little things that make life worth living. It is life that makes life worth living. Its a package, a whole. Life is ride, and the sooner we realize that it is a ride, the sooner we realize that the little or even the medium sized things are pointless. When the ride is over, it is over. However some people who have managed to accumulate huge piles of material possession during the ride want you to think that is worth something, that the materia is worth living for. That it has value. They lie, and you suck their words into your soul like a $50 hooker sucks cock. E.g. Gold. It worth something, right? Wrong. But land, that worth something, right? Wrong again. those things are only worth something because we have agreed that they are worth something. If no one gave the fuck about gold, then it'd loose all its value. And that is of course how young people have gotten rich on the internet. No one thought that virtual space was worth anything. That code on a computer was worth anything. However suddenly YouTube is sold for hundreds of millions. Three people became stinking rich on something basically insubstantial. What was it that google bought? They bought a community. A meeting place. Maybe this is a weird step for capitalism to take, weird in the sense that it could be the start of the undoing of capitalism. Think about it: They bought a site that has millions of users. Sure advertising will pay off nicely etc, however in the years to come it will die. Like all internet sites die. And if more and more companies buy up virtual reality, the more and more companies are investing in you. Yes you! In your ability to go online and post a stupid video. And YOU have the ability to go over to another site and post that video as well. And other will follow. And the companies will have to buy the next site. Over and over again - and perhaps that will lead people to realize that the only reason companies are investing in the sites are because of its users. In you. And perhaps then people will realize that placing worth in things is pointless, because we are after all people, and our wellbeing is central. Not the worth of gold, land or virtual reality.
But you won't realize that, because your are daft and retarded. Instead you, you people, will click on advertisements, you'll worship the companies that own other companies and virtual reality and gold. You'll suck on the corporate cock like it was the last cock on earth (or vagina, in the name of sexual equality). You'll feel smart and discuss the social problems in different countries without realizing that you, you the consumer, are the root of the problem. And the reason you won't realize anything is because you never questioned common wisdom, social norms, the taboos that exist in every social group. Show me one group of people that doesn't have any taboos and I will gladly shoot myself. Please go ahead, google it bitches, I'll be here waiting.
Well, ahem, I got perhaps a little off topic there, but that is the great thing of not having topics. I was talking about the little things in life and then I took a shit on your life and then I rambled on and continued to shit on you. I feel clean. Clean and empty. However I am not on some pedestal preaching to you. I am you. I too have my little inner demons. And some bigger. Quite a few actually. So what are the little things in my life, you ask? As I said they aren't my dog, my friends, my latte or my cigarettes. Those are the atoms of my life. And the little things don't really matter. Life matters. And my life includes all my friends, my family and the people and things that inspire me. So the little things in my life are, for example: The social critique in Bill Hicks stand-up comedy, the knowledge that the majority of Americans get their news from TV-stations owned by Fox (which traditionally supports the republican party), the pitiable fact that my generation is caving in, giving up, the fight for freedom of speech, the irritating truth that the only reason you care about crises in third world countries is because it is media sexy and the fucking sad thought that I am human, therefor I am one of you. Oh yes and all the memories of girls I should have fucked, but didn't. Especially the one who served me my lattes and beers for the past few years. Why on earth didn't I dick her!?! Damn...
But remember: The little things don't matter, life matters. And I love you all... Scumbags!
Peace&Love,
-zS
P.S. In case you wonder what it is that drives me, or inspires me, to write then check out the following sources (in no particular order): Bill Hicks, Warren Ellis (www.warrenellis.com and his comic "Transmetropolitan"), Hunter S. Thompson. And if you want to watch a goddamn awesome TV-series, one which will falcon punch you in the cohones (or cunt-punt you in the case you possess one) then watch "Califronication". Seriously watch it. I feel like it's a TV show about how I look at life.
P.P.S. If you want some weird and mind-expanding (and at times slightly childish and retarded) or failing that then mind-fucking reading then head over to my friends blog: http://finwalrus.livejournal.com/.