tisdag 28 december 2010

Television.

Television is poison, it is time spent watching someone else doing something entertaining, that you will never get back. Time lying in your couch spectating other peoples lives instead of living your own. Well I've spent a great deal of time in front of a television, watching the days go by outside my living room window and at times felt that I could've been doing something more important. Quite often actually thinking about stuff I should be doing, but escaping in famous people's imaginary problems was more appealing. It's called escapism, a syndrome that is causing our modern life citizens to become dull and numb, to the fact that the world is turning in the wrong direction. No one thinks of global warming while watching cute high school girl making funnies in another teen movie, the geek isn't aware of the internet slowly being overtaken by laws and constrictions while he's meeting up with his friends in World of Warcraft and most people aren't pondering upon the possibility of a beautiful world when they are constantly being force fed bullshit from TV ads and infomercials. They will never turn their TV off, it's too easy to just continue watching...

I love TV, I love movies, series, documentaries, I love just watching episode after episode of shows like "The Wire", "Dexter" and "How I met your mother" but I do it my own way. I download everything I watch and choose when to watch it. And it's not because I'm too cheap to go out and buy the DVD's or pay my TV license, it's because I'm tired of being brainwashed and programmed by whomever has decided to air certain things and certain times. I mean, "Navy CIS" is a top rated TV show in Australia and "CSI" is beloved by the whole world, while other shows like "Six feet under" is practically unknown to most. This is because "CSI" is on every night of the week in every home in the western world, you're not given a choice of what to like, you like it because it's on. All the time.

onsdag 22 december 2010

Hollywood.

Now I know hate is a strong word, so I will refrain from using it, but one thing that I truly despise in today's modern world is the worship of Hollywood and everything that comes out of it's glorified asshole. For many reasons it makes me sick to my stomach on a daily basis, and I used to love it. I used to love reading about celebrities and their mischief, hearing about Lindsay Lohan getting busted, Brad Pitt dumping Jennifer Aniston, Robert Downey jr getting dragged to rehab etc. But now I intentionally stay clear of any gossip magazine and I try not to watch movies that are going to upset me like recently released; "Prince of Persia", a kick ass game turned into a buttery Disney goo, so sweet it makes you wanna throw up; "Robin Hood", what was wrong with the first fifteen versions of it? Just let the sleeping dog lie; "Wall Street: Money never sleeps", I mean, for fuck sake...

And don't get me wrong, I love movies, I'm a big movie buff. I grew up watching Arnold in Terminator one and two, but watching him doing the same shit twenty years later with no new ideas and without the direction of James Cameron is just painful.

More on this later, I have to gather my thoughts for a proper conclusion of my opinions.

måndag 6 december 2010

The General Idea.

In the eyes of society I am the biggest loser there is. I'm unemployed without any valuable merits or career prospects, I live in a cabin on my parents front lawn and my favorite hobby is getting stoned and playing video games. I am what most people would consider a very dysfunctional person with no real desire to change, I'm a child trying to play grown up but I'm also an adult trying my hardest to cling to the illusion of never having to grow up. It's a never ending cycle and I justify my grand illusion every day, by feeding myself with subtle little lies, just enough to keep the candle of denial burning.

To be perfectly honest, it isn't only the eyes of society that has me pinned as a loser, it's my own opinion too and probably my girlfriend's as well. But she loves me for some weird reason...

She loves me, even though since the moment I met her I haven't shown her a single sign of wanting to change, no hint of ambition. I'm just a lazy bum who blames everyone else for the problems I'm having. If I was an employer I wouldn't hire me, I've got no qualifications, no experience, no sense of loyalty, I'm unreliable, tardy, you name it...

But on the flip side, is there a place for a shy, insecure, antisocial degenerate in society's job market? Or is he destined to live on benefits and random acts of charity for the rest of his life?

söndag 5 december 2010

Rebirth.

Earlier this year I was sitting by a pond writing what was supposed to be the beginning of the end of my book, a travelers guide for narcissistic, insecure assholes. I was looking over the water, gently disturbed by the children playing and the ducks trying to live their lives. In that moment I had a serious realization, a revelation that was gonna change my future as well as my past. I was gonna finish something for the first time in my life. It might not have been the greatest tale ever written, but at least I did it, by myself, all the way through. And in that same moment God decided to punish me, the lord knows he has many reasons to do so, but to take away my last salvation was the cruelest joke. My laptop died never to be turned on again.

That was ten months ago and I haven't written a word since, until now. I've decided to give this writing thing another go, not really because I want to write as much as I need to write. It's as much a part of me as my will to breathe, and I do that every day without a second thought, it comes to me so naturally that if I would stop I would feel out of place. The same goes for my writing, it's not always special or unique, but the feeling I get from finishing a text is arousing in the most existential way. Like medicine without the liver damage, like amphetamine without the come down, like a joint without the paranoia. But I realize now, that I will always need another hit, another sentence, another perfect compilation of letters to make myself feel complete.