Aren't we all the same?
Isn't it interesting how our life can be dictated by the amount of information we get, the nature of information, and timeliness of it? There are so many opinions around, and with the advent of user-generated content via the Internet, who can be sure what one says is correct, or whether there is a particular view which is correct?
If you're not getting the information you want, you get swayed to join a side you'd otherwise not be on. After integrating with a certain side, you won't leave it no matter what other information do you get regarding the side you're on. Propaganda works this way, brainwashing works this way, and it's all effective because what you believe in is what you cling onto, and what you cling onto is what you're afraid to let go. It's what your life revolves around, and you're not about to let go of the reasons you're living for. Such is life, such is the importance of information. It's really a first-strike thing, if you get your hit on, you get your opinions aired and considered, you win.
You see this characteristic in humans all the time in TV drama serials. It's called what, 恶人先告状, and it normally works because it capitalizes on 'first impressions'. Which is something I hate about humans, because the first impression they have of me is always negative, like, sloppy, and that's something I'm not going to work to change because I'm too lazy to. But substantial though first impression is, is it true? What's substantial doesn't have to be true. It can be important, but it can be fake, but taken as true, and really that's all that matters. This comfort zone of people cannot be breached, because they simply don't want to step out of it. It's something that makes life easier, so why not leave them to it? I live in a few myself.
Guess what inspired this? I was searching for the song 'Black and Gold' by Sam Sparro, when I came across several interesting comments and interpretations of the lyrics--that it really is a God-related song.
@boriquadominicana:
This is not a love song. Sam Sparro said himself he wrote this about God. That's why he says, "If the fish swam out of the ocean and grew legs and started walking",That's evolution. He's saying that if evolution is true a God is not really here then he does not want to be here either. He wants to be next to God not a lover.
Now I'm left wondering if I should download the song.
But if art is really meant to be left for everyone's interpretation, why do people keep judging each other then? Who is to decide 'low taste' and 'high class' and 'no taste'? Isn't art supposed to be something subjective, like if you like it you tag a higher price (or something of similar denomination) to something?
Which means that if I were to download the song, I don't mean to say that I am spiritual, or have any beliefs in something of a higher power. It's not that I don't think something else is out there, but that I don't see a need to associate myself with that. Do you get my point? Words often fail me, but I think I managed something comprehensible there.
And why do people bother with the perspectives of others on art then? Is it because they are always trying to find people to relate to? Like:
A: 'I find it this way.'
B: 'I find it this way too!'
A: 'Let's sex!'
-gets all over each other-
Weird people.
But I haven't downloaded that song yet. =\
Such a random thought. And here's another random question: How many world cups can one watch before the end of his/her life?
Sadly speaking, we can, at most, watch around 8 World Cups effectively. We can't count our years as infants and children who don't know shit about offside, and we can't count our years when we can't even wake up in the dead of the night to watch soccer.
Quite a scary thought isn't it? How age will consume our bodies and how natural the ageing process is, so much that we can't fight it at all.
This was a question mused about by my sister, who paid the subscription fees for this year's world cup. We were at our uncle's house watching soccer with our cousins when the uncle woke up at like 3 AM, checked the score, then went back to sleep. He's 40+ already, and probably lost the energy to watch midnight games. And who the fuck watches recorded games? You know the score, you lose the excitement, and even if you don't know the score, when the game goes slow you'd get impatient and check the score, and you'd probably be resisting all urges to simply watch the highlights than to watch the full game, simply because the highlights is available.
And if you can't watch a match live, you can't really enjoy watching 22 men playing ball.
If you really love watching soccer you'd have to start early.
We're often told that we normally lose it before we learn to cherish it. I haven't lost my energy for watching world cups yet, because I'm still young, but I really wonder what's my point in watching the matches.
Am I watching because I can, or because I want to? Am I truly cherishing the ability to watch games by exercising that ability all the time, or am I simply living in fear of losing this ability to watch games and the act of watching games brings about more of a relief to this fear than an enjoyment of the game itself?
Am I making a personal point, or am I enjoying the match?
I can already feel my innards rotting. My stomach is failing my, my rectal muscles can't keep the shit waves from soiling my pants anymore and I had to crash-land in E's house. My stomach hurts quite often and I really should sleep more instead of like watching matches in the mornings of mid-years. OK, I stopped(because mid-years over already).
Which reminds me, midyears fail liao lah =.= I really should have drawn pandas and bamboos on my chem paper and plead for mercy. We don't get many exams to screw up and I didn't get to screw up that dramatically yet(but the probability of getting like last in the papers (any) is still high).
I've lost a lot of motivation to stay online, to stay in this power seat, but I'm more prone to clicking 'Attack' on BattleOn than trying to pass 2.4.
Another random question that's been bugging me. What is it that you do when you show 'consideration'? Concern, consideration, all these are forms of caring for someone and trying to keep that someone out of any type of harm or shit like that. So when you're being 'considerate', you're basically 'taking care' of the well-being of that particular someone you're being 'considerate' to.
Who normally needs taking care of?
People who can't take care of themselves (normally children).
Do we really want people to be considerate to us? I don't like being treated as a kid. I like to think of myself as someone who can handle a lot of shit thrown at me (because normally I ask for it), so when someone hesitates to, isn't it a personal attack? That's the harshest way to treat me--by doubting my fortitude.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Can't you recognize your own kind?
-- 6/26/2010 02:51:00 PM
