Broken Pattern

Life is about doing as much stuff as you want to do within the relatively short span of your life to achieve the highest level of happiness and self gratification. Personally, it’s the little things that do it for me.
Today at work I left the fake-sugar packs out of the main container so that I could personally identify those who choose to pour the powdery supplement into.
-In fact, right now as I pause to deal with a customer, the man asks for sweet-n-low-
It’s things like these, these small near coincidences, that make life so enjoyable. The best part of it all is that you don’t even have to go out and look for stuff like this to make it work, it just happens on it’s own. That’s the magic.

I tend to be the guy that gets suckered into trying the new thing. Back n the day (hah, I’m old now) it almost always pulled through. Trying the new hit flavour on the block would end with a flavourful of ecstasy in my mouth. However, we’ve reached a stage where we’ve exasperated our choice and variety of flavours to the point where trying something new trails on the slim line of disappointment.
I can remember when Pringles used to come in four flavours: original, salt and vinegar, sour creme and onion, and bbq. That’s right, not even that diet low fat and salts tasteless one was out yet. The limit of four flavours meant that you could actually have and maintain a favourite taste of chip. On top of that, I remember when buying water didn’t involve any flavours or degrees of carbonation.

Today I realized that as you get older you complain more and more. You’ll see it actually develops into a subject of conversation where everything just complains with whatever they can. All the parties go back and forth until they’ve shared their depressive output. The interesting part about this is how it evolves over the years. Of course babies don’t complain incessantly, they’re not aware enough of the world around them to. Though, as you get older and pieces of the puzzle start coming together, slowly but surely you fall into the slum of complaining.
Now, on the note of complaining, I have a grievance of my own: I’m about to fall into the hypocrite bracket. I may have created what some people would refer to as a “New Year’s Resolution”, though I see it as something I want to do this year. Think of it as a goal with a time cap. It’s not for the sake of self-betterment, dieting, or leaning to become more cultural. No, my simple task is to make out with a girl while a specific song plays in the background.

You see, humans are social creatures, and as such we must realize that social interaction is as much of a necessity to survival as food or shelter. During the winter I’ll often find myself standing with my friends in a circle. We’re all freezing, but we’re conversing, socializing, and none of us dare move for fear that we shall lose this precious and fragile social interaction during the journey from outdoors to indoors.
Recalling the better and worse moments in my life, both large and small, social interaction often had an important role in how I reacted to the situations. When I was on vacation from friends for two weeks often times I felt myself bordering a certain line of depression. Something was missing, and it was until I befriended a previous acquaintance that I realized what had happened: a complete lack of social interaction. We feel compelled to talk about our trivial complexes and feel empowered when we can help other people with theirs. For this reason, Dave and I bonded on an abstract level, exchanging serious life issues, for that time being, mostly focused around the usual teenage dramas. It was great, and as it was happening I felt something coming back. The flickering flame had re-sparked, just after having talked to someone for the first time in a week.

Socializing; the word has a fucking “z” in it.

It Sounded Better in My Head

Today I arrived at Media class about three minutes late, but it didn’t really make a difference. Six students were standing outside so I asked what was going on. They replied that there was nothing of importance and told me I could go right in. The class was half empty and nothing was going on. I’ll spare you the mystery. There was one group presenting their project, however, they were missing a student so that was hold. The kids outside were another group waiting to get a camera to work during class time.

Absolutely nothing was happening, and due to that the civilized manner of the class started to dissolve. One student claimed that if there were five absent students, anyone could leave class and that it would be illegal for the teacher to penalize them. Other groups started mass chit chatter, others just hung around to do their own thing, and the teacher was starting to get annoyed with the lack of member from the presenting group. With nothing to stimulate the class, it fell back into a primitive state of disorder.

By shear coincidence, the class ended with a lecture about the Television (subject of presentation). For thousands of years, all life on earth functioned perfectly without the addition of technology. In just 500 years the role that technology plays in our world has grown so exponentially, and the question arises: is this good or bad?

In truth, it’s messing up our society. Up until very recently, whenever one thing saw another, it meant that it was physically there. Though, with the invention of the photograph as well as motion capturing technology that entire concept has been reformatted as well as the method in which our brains process information.

Humans are naturally polite with a subject when immediately confronting it; when a friend asks you whether or not they look good you say yes, even though you’d answer no to someone else asking the question. Curiously, tests have proven that we apply this same emotion towards computers and technology. Put into the situation, we do show kindness and other emotions to machines.

Despite what we believe, our brains haven’t caught up to technology. We are technologically more advanced that we are as a civilization. The need for humans to have constant entertainment is a byproduct of our fast paces society, with flashy images and all. Boredom and inactivity have become elements in our lives that we cannot allow ourselves to deal with. If our planned routine, such as an educational presentation, is disrupted, leaving us with an excess of spare time and freedom, we develop the need for constant change and entertainment to pass the time, since that is what we’ve become used to in such a situation.

Duchovny’s Californication

Writing is a wonderful thing, but only when you want to. Everyone’s always heard the term ‘writer’s block’ being thrown around as though is was a spoonfull of potatoes in a food fight, but you don’t really get what it is unless you’re a writer and it happens to you.

Imagine you had no way of saying everything that was going through your mind, and the ideas kept on developing and passing you by, leaving you in the dust. As if that’s not enough, you’re failing not only your job but your purpose of being.

Everyday is a mystery, every story a tale. One day you can be on top of the world and the next day you’re nowhere to be found. But we forget these twists and turns in mental capacity as time goes by.

Picture a month: First week’s a bad week; the month’s been shit. The second week is a good week; what an awesome month. The third week you’re back in the slums. You ask yourself why you’ve been having such a horrid month. The negative attitude blocks out the positive. But then the fourth week is good so it balances things out, and in our optimistic live-free-while-others-die world, it all equals out to another great month in your ever great life.

I’m going to try to get a piece of writing down daily, but I know that won’t happen. I need to be in the writing mood. Don’t expect there to be something new from a writer you like all the time. That’s the beauty about writing. It’s the one medium where they can’t force the artists to pump out new work like machines. You can’t turn a writer into a celebrity, at least not yet. So sit back, relax and think of this:

When you hand your kid a book by me in a few years, be happy that they won’t have to spend so much time catching up with what I wrote and what you’ve read. In no time you’ll be comparing my similes and metaphors. And if you’re really a fan you can talk about the puns. They are, in fact, the highest form of humour.