Destiny.Fate.Who defines it? Certainly not you or me, dear stranger.Welcome back to my page, by the way.How have things been for you?Not that i really care of course, it was just a filler question.(Hint; if someone asks you this question in the future, do not even begin to presume that he actually cares about how things have been for you.Yeah i know,sad but it's true.)
Your glum guy has changed quite a bit in these last few days.Not that he is not glum anymore of course.I am still here to lower your inflated self esteem, make you feel one with the masses,force you to doubt and reconsider your most deeply established ideals and beliefs just for a fleeting moment.And if yours truly manages to do that, you can be certain he will cease to be glum for a bit and feel a small breeze of accomplishment.I cherish the idea of making people feel down to earth, for humility is a value long lost nowadays stranger, and people who still radiate it in their everyday expressions are well sought after as friends, advisors and partners.
As i foretold, i have changed a bit in the last few days as we all have,knowingly or not.And i have been thinking.I have been thinking that every person in this world needs something to believe in, something or someone who will never let him down.In most peoples' minds, this need is fulfilled by the term "God".Funny, isn't it? They claim to have found the answer to all their questions through a means that stubbornly refuses to communicate with them with no way other than signs, which can as well be interpreted as mere hallucinations.The same people tend to mindlessly conform to everything their religion (i.e set of behavior rules ironically) dictates and regurgitate words of wisdom from dusty old scripts.
I have always strived to avoid that mindset,so i have lately been thinking about finding my version of the divine.Whether i have found it or not still remains a mystery for me, however do allow me to humbly offer you my alternate way of thinking.
What has always driven me insane in this world is injustice.I can cope with anything else but injustice.A little bit of me dies inside every time i encounter a man or woman lacking the basic means to survive.And these means usually translate to the most hated thing this world has to offer; money.When i walk out of my home (which is rare nowadays by the way) i feel sad,because i know i will have to face this social phenomenon which in Greece is even more striking.Every single passerby should be going someplace different than another, at any given day or time proving his individuality with his lifestyle, yet i know they all have the same purpose when all is said and done.They are going somewhere to pay. Or they are going somewhere to make money in order to spend them somewhere else. This conclusion may or may not strike you as odd, but when you come to think about it it is disturbingly true.We have become slaves of our financial assets.And this, stranger, is a vicious and never ending circle. We have to work every day and we have come to like it. We like it because in the end of the day/month/hour we will get payed,enabling us to work again and so on and so forth.So what does injustice have to do with money? I bet you can figure that out by yourself, no need for me to elaborate.
So, my dumb self had to find a way to justify the reason things are the way the are.And you know how our mind works.When you can't find a rational reason for the events that surround you, you turn to the divine.
I will name my God "The Balance".
For every good thing that happens to you,there is an evenly bad thing just around the corner, stalking you,waiting around the corner for the right time to strike.This of course works both ways.The balance in my opinion can be tailored to your likes and dislikes.Good things are usually the things you want to happen to you.That's right.The more you want something to happen to you, the more likely it is to happen.However,bad things...well let's say they are different.
Tuesday 14 October 2008
Friday 10 October 2008
Rumor has it...
Hey there stranger.
At least i hope you are a stranger, because people i know only read this so that they can tell me they have read it once we meet in real life, i doubt anyone of them has any sort of interest in my blurbs.So, dear stranger i can't help but notice that you are back again in this humble little corner of the Internet that i call home.("Home" is metaphoric, my homepage is Google, d'oh.).Yeah, i like bad jokes too.
Today you shall read more of my thoughts,and i know you have been eagerly waiting for this moment to come,for you have nothing to do in your spare time, thus you are reading stupid blogs like this.Do you know what i like about you, stranger? The fact that you know nothing about me.This alone makes a wonderful reason for me to open my heart to you, share my deepest thoughts with you, and then scurry away from any criticism.Not that there would be any sort of criticism, mind, you.(Do ignore the "Comments" button though).
Anyway, time is -and has always been- unforgiving to those who waste it so i will get fast to my pointless point.Mr Stranger, i got a problem; I have been brought to believe by my close relatives and friends that i am smart.They won't stop telling me how smart i am and how easy it is for me to become something big in my life.(i hope they were not referring to my weight, as i was kind of...voluptuous in the past to say the least.).It is like a conspiracy i tell you! My failures are never noticeable, there is always something doable for me to undo my mistakes,everyone keeps praising me for my mind,my family and friends pretend to be in awe of my superior intellect!I believe this has led me into bad things, stranger.
To start with, i never believed that myself.I always thought i am a simple layman, the average Joe if you will.As years passed by though, and i grew older, this spam made me curious.I had to investigate if i was smart! I took some IQ tests, i conversed with some REALLY smart people, i tried to pass my exams with minimal studying, i started arguing with common sense in my conversations for no apparent reason trying to prove everyone wrong.Nothing was proving i was that smart! But people kept telling me how smart i was, without enough evidence to back it up.The situation was driving me up the wall, stranger, so i decided the reverse psychology thingy.I started acting absurdly, forgetting things on purpose, asking people stupid questions, agreeing with everything no matter how irrational it was.And it felt good.It felt me.But..but...but! Nobody seemed to notice this change of behavior, people were still applauding and commenting on my mental skills.I didn't know what to do, seriously.But i had to do something, this situation was making me sick.
So i did the worst i could have done.I started trusting this virtual intelligence of mine,never having second thoughts about any of my decisions,leaving everything to luck and instinct.I knew it was wrong, something deep inside me was telling me to stop doing it, think carefully before making any decisions.But my heart was telling me that i had to prove to my environment and myself whether i was really smart or not and apparently this was the way it had found to do that.The moment i type these lines that you are reading stranger, i still don't know whether i am smart or not.Hell, i don't even know how a smart person looks like or behaves or interacts with others.
My conclusion is that maybe all of us rush to classify ourselves, our beloved ones and everyone we care about as "smart".Because as human beings, we have to assure ourselves that only smart people surround us.Because all in all, this makes us smart too to the observer.It gives us a subconscious sense of silent approval from this cruel world and people that we are forced to interact with every day in our lives.
So, next time you want to call someone smart, don't do it, i beg you.He may go and write a blog like mine....and as you have already noticed, every time you read a post in my blog,your IQ drops a little. :)
The glum guy out.
At least i hope you are a stranger, because people i know only read this so that they can tell me they have read it once we meet in real life, i doubt anyone of them has any sort of interest in my blurbs.So, dear stranger i can't help but notice that you are back again in this humble little corner of the Internet that i call home.("Home" is metaphoric, my homepage is Google, d'oh.).Yeah, i like bad jokes too.
Today you shall read more of my thoughts,and i know you have been eagerly waiting for this moment to come,for you have nothing to do in your spare time, thus you are reading stupid blogs like this.Do you know what i like about you, stranger? The fact that you know nothing about me.This alone makes a wonderful reason for me to open my heart to you, share my deepest thoughts with you, and then scurry away from any criticism.Not that there would be any sort of criticism, mind, you.(Do ignore the "Comments" button though).
Anyway, time is -and has always been- unforgiving to those who waste it so i will get fast to my pointless point.Mr Stranger, i got a problem; I have been brought to believe by my close relatives and friends that i am smart.They won't stop telling me how smart i am and how easy it is for me to become something big in my life.(i hope they were not referring to my weight, as i was kind of...voluptuous in the past to say the least.).It is like a conspiracy i tell you! My failures are never noticeable, there is always something doable for me to undo my mistakes,everyone keeps praising me for my mind,my family and friends pretend to be in awe of my superior intellect!I believe this has led me into bad things, stranger.
To start with, i never believed that myself.I always thought i am a simple layman, the average Joe if you will.As years passed by though, and i grew older, this spam made me curious.I had to investigate if i was smart! I took some IQ tests, i conversed with some REALLY smart people, i tried to pass my exams with minimal studying, i started arguing with common sense in my conversations for no apparent reason trying to prove everyone wrong.Nothing was proving i was that smart! But people kept telling me how smart i was, without enough evidence to back it up.The situation was driving me up the wall, stranger, so i decided the reverse psychology thingy.I started acting absurdly, forgetting things on purpose, asking people stupid questions, agreeing with everything no matter how irrational it was.And it felt good.It felt me.But..but...but! Nobody seemed to notice this change of behavior, people were still applauding and commenting on my mental skills.I didn't know what to do, seriously.But i had to do something, this situation was making me sick.
So i did the worst i could have done.I started trusting this virtual intelligence of mine,never having second thoughts about any of my decisions,leaving everything to luck and instinct.I knew it was wrong, something deep inside me was telling me to stop doing it, think carefully before making any decisions.But my heart was telling me that i had to prove to my environment and myself whether i was really smart or not and apparently this was the way it had found to do that.The moment i type these lines that you are reading stranger, i still don't know whether i am smart or not.Hell, i don't even know how a smart person looks like or behaves or interacts with others.
My conclusion is that maybe all of us rush to classify ourselves, our beloved ones and everyone we care about as "smart".Because as human beings, we have to assure ourselves that only smart people surround us.Because all in all, this makes us smart too to the observer.It gives us a subconscious sense of silent approval from this cruel world and people that we are forced to interact with every day in our lives.
So, next time you want to call someone smart, don't do it, i beg you.He may go and write a blog like mine....and as you have already noticed, every time you read a post in my blog,your IQ drops a little. :)
The glum guy out.
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