Trisha other TV 'delights'
For any of you that aren't unlucky enough to live in the UK (oh woe is me) Trisha is a chat-show, presented by the critically acclaimed, horse-faced, arrogant 'Trisha' herself, funnily enough. She invites guests onto her show, only to verbally bash the man, and bring out the woman's already over-exercised ego. I thought I'd never have to resort to this *suspense* but I don't think it's even worth the 3:30PM TV slot. Sitting in my sugar daze per usual, (lilt and a some salt and vinegar crisps) I can't actually convey the sheer boredom of the Tuesday afternoon.
It suddenly seems that life is somewhat of an eighty year 'sentence'. Doing time in your consciousness for a crime you can't quite remember. 6.2 billion people, getting up to work flat-faced, bored out of their mind, sneering at the rest of the human race. The worst part is that, excluding the possibility of death, there's no readily obvious escape, OTHER THAN not caring.
An obvious example of this is Diogenes. (For thoughts such as these, I strongly advise Alain De Botton - 'Status Anxiety) In ancient Greece, he took the opportunity to simply live in a barrel basking in the sweltering sun with a few worthless possessions. Hearing of this, Alexander the Great approached him, humored by this new 'take' on thinking, and asked him with total sincerity, "Great Diogenes, from your new philosophy, what can I possibly bless you with in return? Money? Land? A thousand beautiful women?"
Diogenes paused for a timeless moment, only to reply as a passing comment 'Yes. Could you move out of the way of the sun?'
Unbelievably, Alexander (renowned for his fuming temper) laughed heartedly and left the matter alone.
The point is more what Diogenes did to his thinking process. As a human consciousness, can you really afford to f*ck your life up in some dead-end job, with some dependant boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband on your case?
You've got another so-many years. Don't screw it up. And I know I know, if I'm proclaiming all these deep and wonderful things, why am I still writing a pointless online blog? Because I'm 16, and have plenty more hangovers to wake up with, mistakes to make and opinions to change.
Stay nuts,
Redshift.
It suddenly seems that life is somewhat of an eighty year 'sentence'. Doing time in your consciousness for a crime you can't quite remember. 6.2 billion people, getting up to work flat-faced, bored out of their mind, sneering at the rest of the human race. The worst part is that, excluding the possibility of death, there's no readily obvious escape, OTHER THAN not caring.
An obvious example of this is Diogenes. (For thoughts such as these, I strongly advise Alain De Botton - 'Status Anxiety) In ancient Greece, he took the opportunity to simply live in a barrel basking in the sweltering sun with a few worthless possessions. Hearing of this, Alexander the Great approached him, humored by this new 'take' on thinking, and asked him with total sincerity, "Great Diogenes, from your new philosophy, what can I possibly bless you with in return? Money? Land? A thousand beautiful women?"
Diogenes paused for a timeless moment, only to reply as a passing comment 'Yes. Could you move out of the way of the sun?'
Unbelievably, Alexander (renowned for his fuming temper) laughed heartedly and left the matter alone.
The point is more what Diogenes did to his thinking process. As a human consciousness, can you really afford to f*ck your life up in some dead-end job, with some dependant boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband on your case?
You've got another so-many years. Don't screw it up. And I know I know, if I'm proclaiming all these deep and wonderful things, why am I still writing a pointless online blog? Because I'm 16, and have plenty more hangovers to wake up with, mistakes to make and opinions to change.
Stay nuts,
Redshift.
posted by Redshift at 3:54 PM
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