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vicarzThe party at Steve & Kitty's was amazing. I can't believe the effort they put into those things. Sure it rained, but we got to listen to thunder under a giant steel-pillared tent. Uh...well I wasn't alarmed but perhaps should have been. The full bar (with blenders) and dj setup (with dj and tarp) outside was impressive. We broke some laws, local ordinances, and violated moral standards. It was fun.
I just spent more money on a mattress than ever in my life, though only after haggling 1/3 off the price. I wonder if I could have gone down 1/2 or more, but ... the thing is incredible. I feel so USican, but I actually was impressed with the product and wanted it. I can jump on the bed and not tip over a glass 2' away. Consumerism run wild, film at 11.
I'm on a kick where I have decided the average person only lives for ten years. Before you are 16, you're aren't alive yet. You are just learning how to eat, clean up your poop, walk, dress, read, do math, and interact socially. By then you've grown genitals and are ready to use them, wrong. So from about 16 to 20 something you use your genitals, interact socially, and possibly enjoy life. Sometime after college you've grown accustomed to using your genitals with the same person over and over, then less so but still just with them, so many people settle down - many of those creating little spawn. This ends life - the remainder is spent working, helping the spawn eat, stay warm, and eventually find their own genitals. Working isn't living - you have to be paid to do it. When they're not doing that, they watch tv. Tv isn't living, it's vicarious and what you are experiencing vicariously isn't real. Eventually the spawn go off and play with genitals and learn to pay rent themselves, so the parents can retire and spend even more time watching tv. None of those activities is life.
I did that routine at 16 or so, didn't enjoy my share so much but I did get my share. Neato. I was sidetracked on the way to spawn-hood, and spent the next ten years playing (while working). I'm still playing, and thanks to diet, the gym, and a stubborn streak, I'd say I have at least another ten years in me. This means I've already lived 2 lifetimes - so if I die today, no loss - I already am running a credit balance. If I die "on schedule" I may have stolen another life or two, maybe 3. I'll live my life - not experience fantastic fiction on tv or in the movies. Judge my life as you will - it will be far more real than the idealized version people keep not living except vicariously.
But this isn't supposed to be a lecture. The counter-point is I'm working too, and spending my "life time" writing an LJ post - hardly living. I just feel very rewarded for the work I've done. I've created this physical body, and I use it. Sure I display it, but all my parts have purposes and they all get used. I've grown emotionally, stronger not just through being able to tolerate discomfort, but by being far more able to prevent things from being uncomfortable without growing artificial or stoic in the process. I can feel far more than I used to. I deal with people better, sometimes by hitting them but far more often by trying to understand their viewpoint and finding a common ground to work from. I have assets I've built up over time, and in those have security against unforeseen dangers. Ugh...that's all maintenance, not living.
I'm living. I play in the gym (it's work and play). I go to clubs, still. I meet new people, while holding on to old friendships. I have a hottie. I am a hottie. I'm beginning yet another career. I'm still nudging school out of the way. I experience new things, but have older wisdom. I've lived 2 lives and I'm still going. Any day I could lose my health to a car, cancer, bolt of lightning, bear, bullet, brick...and I still "come out ahead." Death may be the great equalizer, but there is no reason to seek that end physically or figuratively ahead of schedule.
EDIT -
joanarkham Gave us a really great piece of wisdom this AM:
Really, the crowds at all shows (and movies, and art galleries, and...) have become almost unbearable, but at least most shows are loud enough that you can hear the music over the chatter. No one knows how to passively receive entertainment anymore. Everyone thinks they're part of the show...and that their running commentary is oh so witty and astute. Take it to your blogs, losers.
Diety of your choice bless you Ms. Lori. Brilliant critique. Wish there was a slushie's chance in hell of it being practiced.
I just spent more money on a mattress than ever in my life, though only after haggling 1/3 off the price. I wonder if I could have gone down 1/2 or more, but ... the thing is incredible. I feel so USican, but I actually was impressed with the product and wanted it. I can jump on the bed and not tip over a glass 2' away. Consumerism run wild, film at 11.
I'm on a kick where I have decided the average person only lives for ten years. Before you are 16, you're aren't alive yet. You are just learning how to eat, clean up your poop, walk, dress, read, do math, and interact socially. By then you've grown genitals and are ready to use them, wrong. So from about 16 to 20 something you use your genitals, interact socially, and possibly enjoy life. Sometime after college you've grown accustomed to using your genitals with the same person over and over, then less so but still just with them, so many people settle down - many of those creating little spawn. This ends life - the remainder is spent working, helping the spawn eat, stay warm, and eventually find their own genitals. Working isn't living - you have to be paid to do it. When they're not doing that, they watch tv. Tv isn't living, it's vicarious and what you are experiencing vicariously isn't real. Eventually the spawn go off and play with genitals and learn to pay rent themselves, so the parents can retire and spend even more time watching tv. None of those activities is life.
I did that routine at 16 or so, didn't enjoy my share so much but I did get my share. Neato. I was sidetracked on the way to spawn-hood, and spent the next ten years playing (while working). I'm still playing, and thanks to diet, the gym, and a stubborn streak, I'd say I have at least another ten years in me. This means I've already lived 2 lifetimes - so if I die today, no loss - I already am running a credit balance. If I die "on schedule" I may have stolen another life or two, maybe 3. I'll live my life - not experience fantastic fiction on tv or in the movies. Judge my life as you will - it will be far more real than the idealized version people keep not living except vicariously.
But this isn't supposed to be a lecture. The counter-point is I'm working too, and spending my "life time" writing an LJ post - hardly living. I just feel very rewarded for the work I've done. I've created this physical body, and I use it. Sure I display it, but all my parts have purposes and they all get used. I've grown emotionally, stronger not just through being able to tolerate discomfort, but by being far more able to prevent things from being uncomfortable without growing artificial or stoic in the process. I can feel far more than I used to. I deal with people better, sometimes by hitting them but far more often by trying to understand their viewpoint and finding a common ground to work from. I have assets I've built up over time, and in those have security against unforeseen dangers. Ugh...that's all maintenance, not living.
I'm living. I play in the gym (it's work and play). I go to clubs, still. I meet new people, while holding on to old friendships. I have a hottie. I am a hottie. I'm beginning yet another career. I'm still nudging school out of the way. I experience new things, but have older wisdom. I've lived 2 lives and I'm still going. Any day I could lose my health to a car, cancer, bolt of lightning, bear, bullet, brick...and I still "come out ahead." Death may be the great equalizer, but there is no reason to seek that end physically or figuratively ahead of schedule.
EDIT -
joanarkham Gave us a really great piece of wisdom this AM:Really, the crowds at all shows (and movies, and art galleries, and...) have become almost unbearable, but at least most shows are loud enough that you can hear the music over the chatter. No one knows how to passively receive entertainment anymore. Everyone thinks they're part of the show...and that their running commentary is oh so witty and astute. Take it to your blogs, losers.
Diety of your choice bless you Ms. Lori. Brilliant critique. Wish there was a slushie's chance in hell of it being practiced.
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Date: 2006-07-24 02:23 pm (UTC)So, more about the bed: what did you get, size, mattress and boxspring, foam, what? (I need to buy a new bed in 2 weeks when I travel north and it is one of the few things of my "second childhood" in Michigan that I am willing to put some actual $$ into.)
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Date: 2006-07-24 02:26 pm (UTC)Can't help you on the boxspring and foam issue. I was going to give away my old mattress, but was told that was gross. Looked pretty clean / white to me...but oh the memories...
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Date: 2006-07-24 11:43 pm (UTC)