Writing here is like raising the dead.. in that my blog that has been uncared for like a home that has been run down over the years, untended and probably not that great a place in the first place.
Let’s be honest, writing here was just a cathartic method of unloading a tormented mind into words, so that I could go on and function in the world.. hiding my true thoughts from others and make it appear that all is calm. Unfortunately not much has changed, well expect the world is a shittier place, with less caring people, and governments in power that the selfish truly deserve.
So the point is.. like most things in this world, there is not point. I don’t have anything interesting or particularly insightful to share. Haven’t developed any greater wisdom during the 3 plus years that I stopped writing here. That’s a shame, I do hear about people developing, growing, you know.. going on the journey. Fuck journey, there’s a buzz word we can all do without.
Here’s my journey, in 3 years, I’m as cynical as I’ve always been, have less energy to confront the things in life that piss me off and have loss even more faith in the nature of people. Inspiration from external is zero. Life is a little harder, a bit less shiny (as if it ever was) and I’m closer to dying.. well there’s one thing to be happy about.
So what now. I’ll write here, rant occasionally and be heard like I’ve always been, never and by no-one. Big fun.
Sometimes I feel that males (hey, maybe it’s not just males) have been forced to ignore the primal instinct for confrontation as it’s deemed socially inappropriate to punch someone in the face when you’ve been wronged. Instead of expediting the resolution process with a left hook or at least a solid bump, we opt to either weakly verbalise our displeasure (which is then met by similarly weak retort) or more likely, pretend ignore the situation which essentially means you’re pissed off and left powerless i.e.feeling like a complete pussy.
The legacy of not attending to your offender physically (or at least threatening violence) is that you’ve showing them that there’s no consequence of their bad behaviour. For example, let’s say your 8 years old and the school bully pushes your over and takes your lunch. You then cry and run away, the next day he does the same i.e. no consequence and bad behaviour continues. Same situation but this time you kick the bully in the knee, he goes down and is now the one crying. Next day you walk by the temporarily crippled and he runs (probably limps) away from you i.e. consequence and the little bastard thinks twice about doing this to anyone else.
Same thing could have applied to say Kim Jong Il… imagine little 8 year old Kim attempted to manhandle a 6 year old Lucy Lui and for his efforts gets the living shit kicked out of him. (You’ve seen Kill Bill). Consequence yes, afterthought possibly this.. I can’t seem to push around everyone just because I want to, maybe I shouldn’t grow up to be a tyrannical fascist overlord and plunge my nation’s people into abject poverty etc etc.
There’s the argument that violence doesn’t solve anything but isn’t it the most direct way to get your message across in certain situations. Life is too short to spend more than a minute trading insults with irrelevant people. Introduce their physical well-being into the equation and see how passionate aggressors are willing to engage you.
Case in point. I was looking for a car space on the busy street. I see a vacant spot and start pulling into it not realising that someone on the other side of the road (about 500 kms away) had their signal lights on before I turned in. Ok, seeing that this was my bad, I wound down my window and apologised then attempted to reverse out. Little did I know that as I’d already perpetrated such a heinous crime, I was in for the verbal rant of the new century. This guy winds down his window angrily. I could tell he was angry as he had the old school manual wind up/down windows and was attempting this motion a world record pace. Then begins this verbal attack…
Arsehole: “Hey you stupid fu#k! What the fu$k do you think you’re doing? Didn’t you f@cking see me indicating for that spot? What were you going to do, just steal my f^cking spot and think you could get away with it? You f~cking asshole, I’m going to f$ck you up.”
(By the way, it was the last “I’m going to f^ck you up” bit that made exit my car and proceed to his driver’s side window).
Me: “I’m so sorry, did you say something to me. Say it again, I’m here now and can hear you better. Go on.. seriously I missed what you said?”
Arsehole: (Breathing, heavy). “I ummm was over there and you just pulled out of nowhere and like.. “
Me: (interrupting) “I’m guessing you didn’t expect me to get out of the car. That was an a mistake. Now say what you have to say to my face. I want to see if you’re willing to back up your words .”
Arsehole: “What are you a fucking psycho?”. You want me to get out?”
Me: “Yep, get out, f@ck me up.. I’m guessing you won’t but, unlike you, I’m standing .” (At this point, I was thinking, lucky that I don’t live in LA, I’d probably be dead by now).
Arsehole: “You’re a psycho, you’re a f*cking psycho, you know that mate” (Mate? That was a bit of twist).
Me: “Ok, I’ll back me car out, you take your fu&king spot and I dare you to leave your f$cking car unattended. Go on. I’ll try not to come back and key the shit out of your car or wait for you to come back.”
Then I did as promised by that I mean, I backed out my car. Watched the gentleman take the spot and then sit in his car for about 5 minutes. How do I know he was sitting there for that long… because I parked my car across the road from his, stood on the side walk and watched him watching me. After that, leaves the car spot and drives away.
In defence of my somewhat non PC, socially unacceptable behaviour, I’d just like to think that he’s gained a little insight into what people are capable of when pushed.
Not that long ago, you actually had to do something or being talented to become a celebrity. I don’t feel this is the case anymore. Or maybe it’s just the definition of celebrity has changed. For example, if you’re a renown actor, sportsperson, musician, you’re a celebrity. Now, you can make an amateur sex tape, star on a piece of shit reality TV program or felate a president and you also become famous. Seems a bit unfair as previously you needed to have a skill or talent that people actually appreciated, now being a sensationalist whore gets you headlines as well.
I’ve mentioned previously that I really like to see Kim Kardashian buy a violent death. She’s a talentless prostitute who contributes nothing (actually she does but it’s all negative) and yet was the most searched person on the web last year. And, she made like over 40 million bucks as well. I don’t get this and I kind of don’t want to. She makes a sex tape which I have no issue with except she wasn’t very good in it. But here’s the thing that annoys me.. girls (and I’m guessing are really young, idealistic and impressionable) want to be like her when she appears to me to be the ultimate anti role model. I’m not a moralist but if I had a daughter, I’d not be wrapped her idol dresses, acts and looks like a street walker, who is essentially retarded and would have my daughter thinking that this is what boys really want and encouraging her to pop her cherry by the time she was 11. I guess Paris is to blame for similar influences. I hate her too.
There used to be a time when a total prostitute like Kim Kardashian would only get famous for say, hooking up with an A grade celebrity who was on a drug fueled bender and willing to fuck really anything that was presented in front of him. Then after waking up in a hospital bed resulting from both a near death overdose, coupled with the myriad of STDs that he got from his hooker hookup, would see clearly, apologise emotionally to the public and dump her in Guinness record time.
Then the fun bit happens.. there is then zero interest in her from anyone, press, fans, anyone. Realising this, she’s then replicates her ex’s drugged fueled bender but this time, no one gives a shit about what’s going on and she’s allowed, uninterrupted to funnel a death sentence volume of drugs into her pin cushion arms, is found throwing up outside a nightclub (of which no one cares enough to intervene), passes out in a nearby dumpster and then is found 15 days later, significantly decomposed. This picture gets out and is the last image we see and remember of her (then completely forget about say a week later).
I look forward to this fate be falling Kim and all of the sub-human Kardashians for the pure evil they perpetrate on the world. Then, we don’t have to put up with seeing her anymore. I’d like to see a version of her show called Burying the Kardashians. If only I could host and get to personally dispatch her, I’d be most pleased.