Day 116

Sometimes the internet frightens me just a little bit. I see the numbers: porn makes more money than hollywood and the record labels combined, yet nobody talks about it. I see the comments on youtube, full of ignorance and hatred that we scarsely ever hear in the real world, relatively speaking. There are no questions, no inquiries, no curiosities. Just rock solid opinions. Is this what we are? Are conventions and consequences the only things that keep us decent? What is it about anonymity that makes us into these strange creatures?

I find myself running up against walls with people all the time. What I've come to learn in the last half decade or so is that so many people simply are a certain way about thought and the world (myself included). When I want to offer someone a different perspective I feel completely hamstrung, because no matter how I try to express the thoughts, people always manage to incorporate them in such a way that nothing changes. My arguments with people are no more productive than my arguments with the clouds over a rainy day. Instead I am trying to embrace, even to love the rain. But more than that, I try to see that even the longest spell will lift, the clouds will fade, and the sun will shine again. Human emotion is no less an organic process than human physiology, or the mechanisms of nature.

I look at people and all I see is the future. I see everybody thirty years from now, working and married and going though the daily motions. Routine is so comfortable, so warming. But it eats away at life so much faster than the periodic spontaneous edventures we all seek. Every path I imagine myself taking, I find infinite opportunites and devastating evils. It is as though we are forced into accepting the comfort of perpetual motion at the cost of spontaneity, or vice versa.
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On a fully separate note, I want to offer my respects and condolances for the untimely passing of Tipper, my buddy Jordan's cat. Tipper was a wonderful creature: he didn't take crap from anybody, he was smart, independent, loving, and always around when you needed him. I do hope that he's living it up in cat heaven as we speak. Rest in peace Tipper!

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Anonymous said…
Hear hear.

Tipper was amazing. He will be missed dearly.
12:42 PM
Anonymous said…
Thanks for the eulogy, Jared. I will miss my big, compulsively curious, orange feline friend dearly.
And a memo to everyone reading: remember to clean up any spilled antifreeze - pets like the taste and it is extremely lethal.
7:20 PM
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