The KKK took my baby away!!

Morning After Disclaimer: I wrote this entry last night and waited to post it until the morning mainly because my stolen internet was not cooperating with me. Looking back, I should warn you that it reads more like a PMSing rant as opposed to a thoughtful blog entry. Funny thing is... I'm not PMSing.
Enjoy...

I feel people watching me. I know when people are looking at me and seeing me work or play or eat or whatever humanistic ritual I am conducting like everyone else – I know some are wondering what is running through my head. What is going on behind those eyes? If only I could explain in a few short words I wouldn’t be the rogue I am told that I am from those onlookers I have encountered in my life.

What are other people thinking? I watch people. I know they are thinking something but I don’t know what exactly those somethings are. Truth be told, I’m too often consumed by my own thinking, lost in a labyrinth of personal thought that it really doesn’t tickle my curiosity all that much when it comes to other peoples mental activity. If I’m interested I will ask. And when I am really interested… I will ask a lot. There are a few people in my life that I am very interested in and would like to get to know them so much more… I am just nervous to make that leap! It will happen when the moment is right.

Anyways! -- A lot of people in my life can be quite transparent actually. And although they think they are subtle and alluring; well you’re not.

In fact, I believe that the people who think they are one way (which makes them look cool to a specific degree) and actually take the time to tell others that they are this way they think they are are actually the complete opposite. And I would argue that this makes the whole lot of these folk come off as jackasses.

On that note - I was out with a peer not to long ago and all they did was talk about themselves. Come to think of it, all they ever do is talk about themselves. (There are only few people I can tolerate this from – some of which I actually quite enjoy this from - but this is comprised of only a special select few).
Anyways, at the end of the night finally this person asked about me and mentioned how they always seem to be the one who does all the talking. Well that’s because they start talking about themselves and their current fleeting plans, meaningless sexual escapades and other various shenanigans….and anytime I try to segue and share a personal experience to relate to their’s and perhaps shift the conversation to a more theoretical note… they shift it right back to superficial nothingness and repetition by not acknowledging my comments by doing something like taking a sip of coffee or posing for the onlookers around them… meanwhile making themselves look like a big ol’ dumbass.
It is these types of people – the self-involved\unaware\talkers-never listeners-kind- that are the most unaware of their actions in public and who are genuinely conceded to an incurable extent. Forever will they ask me what’s on my mind only after the coffee is done, the bill is paid and I’m ready to bolt home to my roommates and our patio and cut loose the extra baggage.

This belief of mine actually reminds me that --

Recently, one of the most valued and respected individuals in my life recommended I pen my own personal manifesto – a short impassioned volume on my thoughts and beliefs exploring some of the most powerful claims and truths I have learned and made in my life and formulated as a result of my accumulated experiences.

The manifesto would focus predominately on the definition of human behavior, nature and relationships – as all manifestos are technically variants of such defining subjects.

The bulk of the manifesto would ruminate sex and love – the fact that I do not believe that true romantic love involves sex – because sex is lust and human’s innate need and desperation to get off.

In relation, some of the other (and perhaps significantly less sexy topics in comparison) include human weakness - how controlled we are by our peers and by food and addiction in general. Humans are slaves to their addictions. Humans are slaves to their constant paranoia and thoughts about others thinking about them. And ultimately, humans are slaves to time.

On another note. I just finished watching Requiem and made myself a tea with a jenk-load of sweetener, both of which are activities that always put me in a “pissed off with the human race – the world is damned and was made that way because we thrive off of it” kind of mood. If we know the habits we do are bad why do we continue to do them?
The sick thing is… (and I bet you most people watching Requiem experience similar reactions) is that this movie does not scare me away from ever doing drugs even though it so intensely shows the tragedy it can often lead to. The movie, rather, is powerfully successful and difficult to watch and a true portrayal of human behavior because it scares me that it doesn’t scare me away from drugs. Like - I can understand without actually understanding. I can see how easy it is to get lost in it all – unable to find your way back – unwilling and unwanting to find your way back.
Which leads again to human weakness. Why are we so goddamn weak? So much bad happens to so many people unasked for… and yet here we are going and putting it on ourselves.

People get raped by unwanted disease and hardship everyday and yet people rape themselves willingly with drugs, or lies, or body image issues, or jealously or work or romance and relationship drama -- and they think that these issues are the important ones. These are mere distractions. Death is a mere distraction. The root of all of this self-rape-near-death?? Insecurity. And those who are distracted with drama and issues etc etc are those ones who fail to acknowledge other people’s lives in their company and ask only about them when the bill is long paid for.

LA LA LA. Distraction. Our minds are mush. Our hearts are goo. Our brain is fried. We are controlled by our bad habits. People THRIVE off of drama and problems and hysterics.
The funny thing is - I’m feeling for the most part happy these days with the occasional downer moment – nothing I can’t grab by the balls and challenge and work through – which is why sometimes I just don’t have that much to say to you and I am completely content in my routine. Which is also why you are probably not interested to hear what I have to say or what is going on with me… No drama. All smiles.

Two New Goals –
1) Be open to breaking routine. Carpe Diem blah blah blah….
2) Babes knit - so learn the fuck how!

Honesty Circle #1 –
I like to flirt with girls but only the ones that work at cafes or sushi take out places on Queen St E. and give me free extras and dig my head scarves.
Peace & Love Gangstas.
-LO.

If I was any sort of drug device\paraphernalia I would be:
The tied Elastic band.


Ps – DON’T IMPOSE YOUR BELIEFS ON OTHER PEOPLE’S ART. MAKE YOUR OWN GODDAM ART. And while you’re at it… go and throw your big ugly signature on it down in the corner or all over the first and\or last title card of the film. Damn Auteurs. Move the hell to France and eat all the goddamn cheese you want. I’m happily resistant to eating dairy. Even though I had a glass of milk today and it was deeee-licious! Mooo. Bahhh. GRrrr. Cryyyy… tear….