Conspiratorial Factualism

How is it that some people excel in many different things, while others might seem to only be capable of performing one particularly task?  There are many possible answers, but ultimately you will find yourself facing this rather ubiquitous revelation: You can only be as much of a nerd as they want you to be.

In other words… despite all of your peculiar and presumably profoundly interesting personal pursuits… eventually you will need to take responsibility for other aspects of life.  (Amidst awkward attenuations and annoying apocalyptic amendments; alliteration almost always aborts absurd Apollo aspirations.)

They say that it takes 10,000 hours to become a professional at something. That’s a rather significant portion of time. If that claim is true, it certainly doesn’t apply to the people that are good at everything, am I not right? Here’s the catch, happiness isn’t necessarily related to success.

Most people spend a tremendous amount of time looking forward to being able to do the things that they love to do. You all have found yourselves in the company of people who  obsessed about a particular thing to the point of obnoxiousness and after half an hour of listening to them, you're ready to jump out the window..  

Like it or not, your skills are being harvested and if society can’t find a use for you they will chew you up and spit you out. Hence, the rise of the nerd is rather like the hybridization of canola. Sometimes you get these really ugly looking plants that don’t at all resemble the ones that are desired. - It doesn’t necessarily mean that the objective of producing stronger and healthier plants wasn’t met.

The difference between talking about issues that are relevant and your favourite pass times is that they aren’t doing anyone else a single bit of good. Yes, you could argue that many people find volunteering to be relaxing and rewarding. You would be correct, but neither would you ever think about calling those types of people self absorbed egoists.                  
 

It’s not always easy to recognize where you fit, or that anyone else cares about you… but all of those feelings are rather irrelevant when you start viewing your life from a point of essentiality. A nerd can only be assessed on the basis of nerdines in the presence of his/her antithesis

Counting Crows + Other Things

It’s not very often that I write a blog out of compulsion, but being that it’s the first day of 2014, I feel as though I don’t really have a choice.  I was rather hoping to take a departure from some of my previous themes, but already I’m having difficulty withholding mention of my personal belief that choice doesn’t exist.  However, I will not pursue this path any further right now; doing so would nullify each and every one of the resolutions that all of you have so recently made.  – I will gladly open this topic up for debate in a month or two… just to see how well those resolutions are working for you!

Ever since making the transition from boyhood through adolescence my favourite part of the Christmas Holidays has been spending time with the friends who I don’t get to see very often. This time around was great, the only problem is that I was exposed to the gaping reality, which can only be described as my own demise. On two separate occasions the people I was conversing with challenged me by saying three very terrible words. “You’re getting old!”

Those weren’t their exact words, but they certainly didn’t bother to sugar coat them.  I’m actually thankful that they felt it necessary to be the goad that provokes me to take some sort of action. The truth is that they’ve heard me tell them about all sorts of thing that I would like to do someday, and they decided that it was time to give me a healthy dose of reality.

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1. When the hue of truth comes shadowing over our bright ideal planet, it will not seem the planet’s fault, but truth’s. Reality is the offender, delusion the treasure that we are robbed of. Then begins with us the term of willful delusion, and its necessary accompaniment of the disgust of reality…

2.  Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.

-The Egoist, by George Meredith. 

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Thus the world turns… and there are no guarantees that I will vanquish it… but rest assured… there’s a certain sense of fulfillment in knowing that the entertainment aspect, which I’ve so carefully cultivated, is essential to the mastery of the finer points of “the game.”  -If I were to divulge the particulars… it would be only to sacrifice one of the (many) perks of being a wallflower…     

Happy New Year! 

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If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame...

{The Circus is great... just remember to lock up afterwards.} 

or else

The elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said

or
The ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of your head

or
The Ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead

- Mrs. Potter's Lullaby, by the Counting Crows