I was walking home today and I started looking at the people around me. Saw this guy on a bike get cut off by an SUV and glare at the driver. I wanted to throw him off his bike and remind him that he was driving on a busy street with no defined bike lanes i.e. he was on the wrong. Why are bikers so obnoxious?
So anyway, after I'd walked past this guy, I felt some kind of anger bubbling inside me and I just felt like punching the next guy I saw on the street. And that's when I started wondering what it would be like. If I was to punch that guy in the face, how would he react? Would he be surprised? Would he cry? Would he punch back? Would people grab me and start beating me up? Would someone call the cops? What would happen? If I was to grab the next woman that walked by and give her a big warm hug and a kiss, would she accept it? Would I be slapped? Would she call the cops? Will it make me feel better? What if I reversed the two - punch the woman and hug the man? Would the reactions be the same? And then I thought some more....
It's almost winter. When it does hit, all the coats and jackets will come out. All the bright colors...the reds, the greens, the blues...will be replaced by a sea of blacks and greys. If you saw two people in the distance, you won't know which is which, who is who...whether they're fat/thin, tall/short, male/female, pretty/ugly, etc How do you tell a person if they cover what defines them? Which brings us to sunglasses...
Sunglasses are the smallest and most convenient masks of our time. If I looked at someone and smiled, not only do I not know if they saw it, but also how they react to it. You know the saying "smiling with your eyes", sunglasses ruin it. In my opinion, a person wearing sunglasses is hiding something and that makes them cold and unapproachable. You know that cute guy/girl that you've always wanted to talk to but could never approach? Take off your sunglasses and try....Trust me, it'll help. And if it doesn't, don't end up feeling like the world's ending...talking about which..here's my take on the world ending...
Ever wish you were a superhero? Someone that had superhuman abilities? I have. I've always wanted to be able to control matter. I've wanted to move my hand slightly and control someone's car or just make it explode as I walk by. Would it not be cool to have the power of Moses where you could control the sea? Would you cause a tsunami just to experience it?
Talking about tsunamis, how would I react to the world ending? If the world is to end on Dec 21, 2012 and we're hit by a big-ass asteroid, how would I react? How would you react? Would you run and hide? Would you call your loved ones? Would you loot a store? Have sex with a random stranger in the middle of the street? Break someone's head? Commit murder? Strip naked? Kill yourself? Cry? Go spend all your money? Eat as much as you want to? Get a gun? Would you follow the rules or break them? If you looked up and saw a giant tsunami wave taller than the tallest buildings approach your city, would you piss your pants? If you were working in the twin towers and saw that airplane come right at you, what would your last thoughts be? If you worked on one of the higher floors, would you jump? I would.
I've never had anything too odd happen to me. No real stories to tell around a campfire. The last "exciting" thing that happened to me was when I was walking home around 2am and got attacked by a drunk kid (He was in his early 20s). I ended up grabbing him by his throat, tackling him to the ground and then - after listening to him moaning about being unable to get up - using his phone to call his girlfriend and then putting him into a cab to her place. That story excites most people until the part where I play "The Nice Guy" in the end. But, I have my own ideals...
You know how they say that you should give everyone a second chance? I give them three. Everyone can make the same mistake twice. But, if someone makes the same mistake a third time, it's no longer a mistake, it's a conscious choice and that's when they'll get my reply. When that guy attacked me, I warned him two times...the third strike is when I took him out. But when he was lying on the pavement, he didn't get up to attack me again or throw insults at me. Instead, he cried for help and so I helped him. Second chance.
Maybe it's my patience or my general obliviousness to life as a whole, but I try to remain calm. Reacting is not my style and that's why if someone was to punch me in the face or randomly hug me, I'll probably just smile and shrug it off or give them a second or third chance. Everyone makes mistakes...After all, the reason we exist in the first place is that only 1 out of 3,000,000 chose the right path....
Sometimes I wonder if I'm alone in this world or there are more out there like me. Do we have the same thoughts at the same time or different times? Do we have the same lives? Are we a highly dispersed cult that doesn't know it yet? Will I ever meet any of "the others"?
As for "the others", do aliens really exist? Do they care about finding us as much as we want to find them? Will they attack us or just be apathetic? Do they have a God and Satan too? Do they have their own version of heavy metal and Lemmy? Will first contact be in my lifetime? Maybe they're reading this right now and smirking at us..or maybe not.
Maybe you're still reading this..maybe you're not. Does it matter? Do we care? Does it change anything?
But then, does any of this? Maybe I'm talking sense or these ramblings really don't mean anything to anyone.
Sometimes I wonder if I am really (going) crazy...
But then, more importantly, are you?
So anyway, after I'd walked past this guy, I felt some kind of anger bubbling inside me and I just felt like punching the next guy I saw on the street. And that's when I started wondering what it would be like. If I was to punch that guy in the face, how would he react? Would he be surprised? Would he cry? Would he punch back? Would people grab me and start beating me up? Would someone call the cops? What would happen? If I was to grab the next woman that walked by and give her a big warm hug and a kiss, would she accept it? Would I be slapped? Would she call the cops? Will it make me feel better? What if I reversed the two - punch the woman and hug the man? Would the reactions be the same? And then I thought some more....
It's almost winter. When it does hit, all the coats and jackets will come out. All the bright colors...the reds, the greens, the blues...will be replaced by a sea of blacks and greys. If you saw two people in the distance, you won't know which is which, who is who...whether they're fat/thin, tall/short, male/female, pretty/ugly, etc How do you tell a person if they cover what defines them? Which brings us to sunglasses...
Sunglasses are the smallest and most convenient masks of our time. If I looked at someone and smiled, not only do I not know if they saw it, but also how they react to it. You know the saying "smiling with your eyes", sunglasses ruin it. In my opinion, a person wearing sunglasses is hiding something and that makes them cold and unapproachable. You know that cute guy/girl that you've always wanted to talk to but could never approach? Take off your sunglasses and try....Trust me, it'll help. And if it doesn't, don't end up feeling like the world's ending...talking about which..here's my take on the world ending...
Ever wish you were a superhero? Someone that had superhuman abilities? I have. I've always wanted to be able to control matter. I've wanted to move my hand slightly and control someone's car or just make it explode as I walk by. Would it not be cool to have the power of Moses where you could control the sea? Would you cause a tsunami just to experience it?
Talking about tsunamis, how would I react to the world ending? If the world is to end on Dec 21, 2012 and we're hit by a big-ass asteroid, how would I react? How would you react? Would you run and hide? Would you call your loved ones? Would you loot a store? Have sex with a random stranger in the middle of the street? Break someone's head? Commit murder? Strip naked? Kill yourself? Cry? Go spend all your money? Eat as much as you want to? Get a gun? Would you follow the rules or break them? If you looked up and saw a giant tsunami wave taller than the tallest buildings approach your city, would you piss your pants? If you were working in the twin towers and saw that airplane come right at you, what would your last thoughts be? If you worked on one of the higher floors, would you jump? I would.
I've never had anything too odd happen to me. No real stories to tell around a campfire. The last "exciting" thing that happened to me was when I was walking home around 2am and got attacked by a drunk kid (He was in his early 20s). I ended up grabbing him by his throat, tackling him to the ground and then - after listening to him moaning about being unable to get up - using his phone to call his girlfriend and then putting him into a cab to her place. That story excites most people until the part where I play "The Nice Guy" in the end. But, I have my own ideals...
You know how they say that you should give everyone a second chance? I give them three. Everyone can make the same mistake twice. But, if someone makes the same mistake a third time, it's no longer a mistake, it's a conscious choice and that's when they'll get my reply. When that guy attacked me, I warned him two times...the third strike is when I took him out. But when he was lying on the pavement, he didn't get up to attack me again or throw insults at me. Instead, he cried for help and so I helped him. Second chance.
Maybe it's my patience or my general obliviousness to life as a whole, but I try to remain calm. Reacting is not my style and that's why if someone was to punch me in the face or randomly hug me, I'll probably just smile and shrug it off or give them a second or third chance. Everyone makes mistakes...After all, the reason we exist in the first place is that only 1 out of 3,000,000 chose the right path....
Sometimes I wonder if I'm alone in this world or there are more out there like me. Do we have the same thoughts at the same time or different times? Do we have the same lives? Are we a highly dispersed cult that doesn't know it yet? Will I ever meet any of "the others"?
As for "the others", do aliens really exist? Do they care about finding us as much as we want to find them? Will they attack us or just be apathetic? Do they have a God and Satan too? Do they have their own version of heavy metal and Lemmy? Will first contact be in my lifetime? Maybe they're reading this right now and smirking at us..or maybe not.
Maybe you're still reading this..maybe you're not. Does it matter? Do we care? Does it change anything?
But then, does any of this? Maybe I'm talking sense or these ramblings really don't mean anything to anyone.
Sometimes I wonder if I am really (going) crazy...
But then, more importantly, are you?
