It may sound disgustingly pessimistic to say that; however, I don't consider myself to be pessimistic, I think I merely have a realist outlook on life. I don't go for the glass-half-full or glass-half-empty nonsense.
In my mind, there's just a glass. As long as it's not smashed on the floor, things aren't as bad as they could get.
Here is my world-view that allows me to survive: always expect disappointment. When things turn out badly, as I always expect them to, I am never surprised and even get to have a sense of self-satisfaction out of knowing I was right.
If I expect disappointment, and things turn out well, I am pleasantly surprised and even cheerful, and feel for a fleeting moment as if this stupid world is really not a bad place, after all.
Life can be bad or good. Always expect disappointment.
I quote a line from a season one episode of Bored to Death. The one with the 16-year-old girl who says she is 21, Jim Jarmusch and the lost movie script, and the cut-to-the-chase psychotherapist (incidentally the father of the aforementioned jail bait) quoted below.
"Lives don't change, we simply become more comfortable with our core misery. Which is a form of happiness."
Thanks, doctor.
27.10.10
24.10.10
It's really not a theory I guess, or even a hypothesis. It's not as if I actually intend to prove or disprove anything.
I have a theory which I half-heartedly began forming in high school. It has nothing to do with cliques or social status; I can say now that it took me a bit of time to fit in, but high school for me was never the way it appeared in teen rom-com films. I didn't waste much time pondering why some people were popular and others were not. High school was never like that to begin with and I was never interested in, or envious of, what other people did or who their friends were. And aside from that, there was never a controlling, elite group of kids. I found it to be very live-and-let-live.
However, I have always been an observer of people, and there was one difference that always stood out between myself and others.
Or, to put it in a manner that makes me stand out a bit less than I intended to, there was a key difference between two groups of people. And myself being a member of one of those groups.
I have felt since then that those two types, that I first identified, continue to prevail.
There are people who have been well-molded to fit the world. I'm not sure what their parents did or taught them, or if they were schooled differently, but they seem to 1) always know what is happening and what needs to be done, and 2) are always able to easily go along with it.
Then there are people who are perpetually trying to fit into a mold they weren't made for. I always see it as a misshapen lump of bread that is trying to look like a proper loaf, except it can't because that's not the way it was made. And I am one of those people, who are continuously baffled by the world and all of its processes, and spend half their lives trying to get used to, and be comfortable in, such a non-sensical place. So consequently we end up being the ones who are called strange by everyone who is so much better adjusted.
However, I feel that despite this, we end up being the ones who are able to see the world better. Things can sometimes be so much clearer if you are outside looking in.
Although then you're still just outside of where you need to be to actually get along properly, so I'm not really sure who wins in this case.
However, I have always been an observer of people, and there was one difference that always stood out between myself and others.
Or, to put it in a manner that makes me stand out a bit less than I intended to, there was a key difference between two groups of people. And myself being a member of one of those groups.
I have felt since then that those two types, that I first identified, continue to prevail.
There are people who have been well-molded to fit the world. I'm not sure what their parents did or taught them, or if they were schooled differently, but they seem to 1) always know what is happening and what needs to be done, and 2) are always able to easily go along with it.
Then there are people who are perpetually trying to fit into a mold they weren't made for. I always see it as a misshapen lump of bread that is trying to look like a proper loaf, except it can't because that's not the way it was made. And I am one of those people, who are continuously baffled by the world and all of its processes, and spend half their lives trying to get used to, and be comfortable in, such a non-sensical place. So consequently we end up being the ones who are called strange by everyone who is so much better adjusted.
However, I feel that despite this, we end up being the ones who are able to see the world better. Things can sometimes be so much clearer if you are outside looking in.
Although then you're still just outside of where you need to be to actually get along properly, so I'm not really sure who wins in this case.
19.10.10
A discrepancy
In Halifax, Nova Scotia, there have been reports of a man who creeps into women's homes in the dead of night, and watches them sleep.
Apparently this is a very, very awful thing.
However, I seem to remember a very popular, sparkly vampire who was guilty of similar night-time trangressions, and that his only real crime was making girls swoon.
Can you spot the real criminal?
6.10.10
It should be "shopping fiend" or "shopping addict", as "shopaholic" is technically an incorrect word; however, way more cutesy.
Please stand by for this moment of temporary, estrogen-induced, girly insanity:
OMG! There is a new Shopaholic novel!
(Cough.)
I mean . . . Grrrr, consumerism. Grrrrrrr.
OMG! There is a new Shopaholic novel!
(Cough.)
I mean . . . Grrrr, consumerism. Grrrrrrr.
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