…which is why I just do what I want.
If the internet has taught me anything, it is that bullshit is still bullshit no matter how well written, which is why this blog has no shame. I enjoy words, but I will not pander to the hard-headed simpleton who consumes well thought out arguments with the daintiest of spoons just to find the few logical fallacies that then render the entire idea harmless to their pretty little cognitions. In other words, sometimes I will simply write the word fuck and be done with it.
I really enjoyed Avatar, but you know what?
Fuck Avatar. Fuck Avatar for spending that much money, putting that much work into a movie, and still coming out with a bungled piece of shit that isn’t anywhere as relevant as District 9 or possibly even 2012 (a truly shitty piece of cinema glory) for that matter. Fuck Avatar for forcing me to enjoy Avatar because of technology that will later be employed to make a film that is actually good, but that no one will notice.
All that being said, you should all go watch Avatar. It is cool and beautiful with some slightly hidden hints of originality.
Contradictions: it’s what’s for breakfast. We are creatures who can kill nobly and therefore ruin nobility. We are creatures who have different genetic make-ups, yet who claim a common worth above the world we parasitically feed off of in order to save the world from ourselves. A victory always involves the defeat of another, but sometimes, goddamnit, you gotta win. Morality is the soup of our ancestors and our brains are broken if they don’t comply, enter psychology, exit with pills. I can never be proven right in any statement I ever make because there’s always some other person out there who thinks my narrative makes me an asshole, because their narrative makes them an asshole, which is all somehow a part of the Western metanarrative that most white people are supposed to be upset about.
The same joke that I thought was funny yesterday has lost its humor as soon as I’ve got it figured out or am not in the mood. Thank God, or whatever, for biology and the miracles of nature such as women’s periods aligning, and best friends completing each other’s sentences, otherwise we’d all just kill each other and the world would be full of large nomads and weasly little rats with large guns.
Perhaps we should even be grateful for religion. Religion of all varieties, whether it be centered on a theology or a philosophy. These groups loosely unify at least a few people together and prevent chaos and loneliness for everyone from anonymous alcoholics to blind Jehovah’s Witnesses. It’s good, goddamnit, to have someone to talk to, unless you don’t want to talk to anybody.
BUT THE ARGUING, the squabbling, the metanarrative bullshit. This logjam of thought known as doctrine, outlined by rules, and enforced by currency only makes us feel holy. Holiness is godliness and therefore permission for violence against anything you don’t like. Not just physical violence, but disrespect in all its most thought-stunting and crippling forms.
Spirituality is a safe place to hang out and avoid impacting anything, apathy toward taking responsibility for one’s own thought. That’s one hell of a statement I just made, the kind that could send me to hell if I’m wrong, hell being that great metaphor for… something. If you’ve gotta be religious though, then humanity requires some form of spirituality- biological communion with the great unknown or someone else’s biology. Otherwise, we’re back to the big clusterfuck known as “the things I talked about in the previous paragraph.”
There’s some kind of balance out there, no matter what you call it, but goddamn it don’t take the terms so personally. Anyway, you go ahead and try to figure out what that balance is. I’ll be here starting a cult because I don’t get laid enough.
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