I'm not much for writing, but it seems that this whole on-line journaling is the way to go. You see I'm one of these people that is a firm believer in fireplaces and stashing dry-ice in the high school's urinals. This momentous first blog is going to be little more than me experimenting with my inability to convey thoughts via text. You see I am a musician, of sorts, I write music, play music, and kind of sing...kind of. Currently, I have produced this bastard child of a band called The Subliminal Criminals with a very good friend of mine. The way I see it, I can sit around and blow my precious hours of spare time creating ditties only to be heard by the common dorm room passerby or I can stumble about the music industry attempting to get popular off of songs about pirates and water slides. I can assure you that the 2 years I've spent with these guys have not been wasted. I met two people from across the nation (5 hours from where I live), I've created what some might consider music, and I have learned a lot about working with people. This band has the cliché social sites pinned down with the slowest building fan base in the history of music. If you're really that curious, which...if your reading this your either and overweight shut-in or maybe, just maybe someone out there actually cares about the quirky inner-workings of my twisted mind, you can check us out.
Just to prove I'm not some lazy twat that only has time to write one lousy paragraph covering about 1/1000th of my life, I shall fumble through another paragraph. The next most commonly asked question to me has something to do with my future plans. I assume people ask this to gain a little more insight on my life, but I know what you're really doing. You see it is my firm belief that when people ask pointless questions seemingly interested in what you have to say, they are really just looking for another reason to open their big mouth about themselves. Most recently, I have noticed an increase in this behavior, so much so, that people are actually resorting to interruptions. I understand the psychological need to establish one's self as the dominant figure in a room, but must a person really resort back to primary school mannerisms, what's next? Will I see a fully grown man pulling a fully grown woman's pigtail or pushing her in the mud just to show that he is sexually interested in her? This one interrupting action is just a peek into what society will become. Well it's getting late, and I'm starting to ramble, but I will leave you with this: If everyone establishes themselves as a dominant figure, can anyone really be one?
Thanks for reading my first post. If you got this far give yourself a pat on the back. Good doggie...
But if everyone is attempting to establish themselves as a dominant figure, than the standard (mid-dominance line) is shifted. This leaves the men who were already non-dominant, even further dominant. And thus the men that were dominant, are now having to compete even harder to achieve this dominant status... Or one can simply hang around gerbils and lab mice all day and be the most dominant for eternity. Or you can simply take the path I have taken and just not give a fuck.
ReplyDeletepeace.
It is quite sad the level of "me me me" that is present nowadays.
ReplyDeleteThe said thing is, apparently I am guilty of it as well. I don't usually interrupt people- I find it highly offensive. However, something about the way I say things always seems to intimidate people regardless. I get things done, and really don't stop to babysit people's feelings if the right thing needs to be done.
The best thing I can attribute to this behavior is the culture we live in. Being a western culture, we as members are already a bit more individualistic. The US however, seems to have taken the concept to a whole new level. Our culture says nice guys finish last, and good girls get ignored. The in-your-face people make their presence known, and are more often than not, rewarded with what they seek.
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PS: Dry ice in ALL of them is awesome. You wouldn't believe the looks people give the restroom when fog comes rolling out under the door :D