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Monday, 16 May 2011

  • Mein Kampf (but less nazi)

    People don't get me. At all. Oh, yes, of course, most of you probably don't give a fuck. (Which is the normal way to feel, I think.) But there are almost as many who think they know me. Whether it is out of annoyance, disgust, exasperation, admiration, amusement, or pride...they'd like to think they have me figured out. For many, like my parents (or ex-girlfriends/whatevers), it’s more for their self-assurance than for me…or anything else.

     

    ....

     

    But as much sense as this all makes to me so far, there is so much I don’t understand.

     

    I don't understand how people can be so fucked up -- and be so entirely clueless to how fucked up they're being. And the funniest (and most frustrating) thing about it is that I really can't blame them one bit for it because at the end of the day, I'm just as fucked up. We all are. Whether it be a boss, a professor, a family member, a brother, a coworker, a classmate, a housemate, or (a) girl(s)...it's funny how there will always be at least a small (but constant) number of people in your life who use you just to feel better about themselves. They try so earnestly to put you in a position where, relative to them, you seem like such an inferior human of barely worthy character or worth...just so they can call you a failure (or some variant of it) relative to themselves.

     

    Of course I’m gonna look like a degenerate loser to everyone in your life…what else do you expect when that’s exactly what you set out to make me look like? Bitch(es)…goddamn…

     

    The nerve of these people…extolling the praises/curses of MY shortcomings while conveniently leaving out their own shortcomings...without which it would be impossible to reveal my own flawed humanity that they so glowingly gloat/gossip about in the first place…good going, man! Great job. Damned children, I swear…

     

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    Now, I honestly am not just saying this for rhetorical or even self-serving purposes (as far as I’m aware). I really believe that I may be the strongest person I personally know.

     

    For the longest time, off and on, I’ve been utterly convinced I was quite literally textbook-crazy.

     

    I’ve recently realized, definitively, that it's not that, thank God. I’m not delusional, chronically depressed, bipolar, anxiety-ridden, or stupid. I'M not any of those things. My LIFE has been chronically depressing, anxiety-ridden, a bipolar rollercoaster, and filled with all kinds of illusions and delusions.

     

    I've been banging my proverbial head up against the proverbial limit of life, scraping by for so much…just bouncing off that wall that all of us have. That threshold of bullshit that each individual person can put up with. And with each trajectory of each bounce off that threshold, went the arch of my sanity -- to varying degrees. Bouncing against and grinding upon the very limit of what you can bear will do that to you. No doubt. (Whatever limit that may be for each of you.)

     

    I’ve been through a lot of shit. So much shit that sometimes I feel like I can’t even remember half of what happened in the past 10 years or so…because I was so in over my head in shit. When all you can see is shit, after a while, the shit kind of just blends together.

     

    Eh…I’ll fill in the blanks and add more to this later. I need to go fix my phone and pick up my new uber-hip glasses.

     

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    I've experienced a lot over the last handful of years. I've been fucked over numerous times in several different ways by various people (sometimes by the same person, multiple times). And I, in turn, have intentionally and inadvertently, fucked over people. I have many friends who I can (proudly) say are justified in calling me a friend, many more people who couldn't care less about me, and I've even garnered a few people who are completely justified in hating at least half the fibers of my very being. (but don't flatter yourselves and assume this is for you. i'm pretty sure you're just a bitch.)

     

    It's quite an interesting and eerily beautiful picture actually when I'm able to step back and catch a glimpse of the whole thing...which is a rare occurrence. It really is bewildering how squeezed and forced we are into seeing everything in such a near-sighted fashion by life...there's not much we can do about it. Living life far-sighted for too long is probably the most unproductive thing that can happen to you in life. I've found big-picture thinking actually paralyzes me pretty thoroughly whenever I'm subjected to it for anything more than examining and analyzing what the hell is happening or has happened.

     

    I have such respect for senior-citizens it's kind of unmanageably awe-striking. Really. Especially the ones who are so enviably and delightfully at peace with the life they've lived. Making it that far, no matter the context or circumstance, is simply and utterly admirable to say the least. Even the grumpy ones -- maybe especially the bitter, tortured, weathered souls -- are just incredibly, nonsensically amazing to me. Those grandmas and grandpas who seem completely convinced that their lives have been one huge misguided road littered with bumps and pits of disappointment...and still find it within themselves to make it that far and keep going...like...why? how?

     

    Ah...fuckin' quarter-life crises, man...I thought it was all pretentiousness and navel-gazing self-importance. Maybe it is. But hey...it happens. For sure.

Friday, 28 May 2010

  • Grey

    I love grey. Grey areas, grey morals, grey characters, grey situations...hell, I'm even wearing some grey shoes right now. It's the only color that refuses to hide reality. It's the most solidly grounded in truth. Things aren't black and white. When are they ever?

    Why does the CEO engage in insider trading? Why does the "hustler" peddle whatever he does on the streets? Why does a politician lie? Why does the kid steal $5 worth of candy from the corner store? Because he wants to be happy. He wants his family and loved ones to be happy. It's just that we're so inherently flawed and selfish, self-centered beings that after a certain point, we simply are unable to see when our happiness directly means someone else's unhappiness. That's the main gist right there. The reason why we can't all get along the vast majority of the time. The reason why we end up killing each other all too much, all throughout history.

    But...I like to think, especially at night, before dragging and pulling myself to sleep with all my might, that people, when given the choice, will always choose the greater happiness, whether it be for him or someone else. Or...at the least, the least amount of sadness, or pain, or suffering. It seems the world just wasn't built with enough happiness to go around...so we're all rolling around in the dirt, on the dirty street, with cars zooming by all around us...fighting...clawing with each other...for every last scrap of happiness. It's sad. Frustrating. Discouraging.

    But that's life. It's not high-def. It's not technicolor. And it definitely isn't black and white.

    No. Life, people, the world, god, truth, morals, ideas, ideals, reasons, motivations, love, hate, anger, kindness...they're ALL only a constantly shifting, turning, changing, cycling, unpredictable shade of grey. Even when things seem blue or red or bright yellow...no. Things are grey. Always has been, always will be. And there's nothing you can do to change it. And really...grey's not that bad. There are shades, shadows, textures, and all kinds of subtleties hiding right in plain view...on the surface.

    But we want so badly, to see colors...when we can't even handle seeing grey.
    And most of the time, we want to see so much that we think we see all these colors...and end up missing out on all the beauty that exists in the palette of grey that god or fate or the spaghetti monster has been so damn good to bestow upon our small, small lives. Lives that all of us scurry around trying to make the most out of, trying to eek out all the happiness we can muster.

    People -- and sometimes even a single person -- most of the time, never fail to simultaneously fascinate, disgust, attract, and scare the hell out of me.

    I truly, honestly don't know what I'm supposed to do with them.

Monday, 24 May 2010

  • Well-Adjusted

    I have given up on the notion that I will ever be "well-adjusted." I'm so far from it myself that I have my doubts on whether or not actual "well-adjustment" exists, or if it is even possible for anyone...or if it's just some mystical average level that doesn't exist in any reality except a mathematical one. You know, like the average IQ (of 100). No one has the average IQ, but people bring it up all the time. (And one's IQ doesn't even matter that much anyway.)

    And I'm well out of my

    And I'm not the cool type of people who aren't well-adjusted. I'm just badly-adjusted. Whatever that means.

Thursday, 05 June 2008

  • Why I Hate Kobe Bryant




    I live in Southern California (Lakerland), but I can't stand the Lakers. And so, of course, I can't stand Kobe Bryant. Well, the reason why I don't like the Lakers is Kobe and Shaq. (I might actually hate Shaq more than Kobe.)

    I don't consider myself a "hater" though, because I'm not just blindly hating on the guy. I actually really tried to like him at one point. And last season, when he strung together 50-point games like it was walk in the park and put up 81 points in a single game, he almost won me over by sheer brilliance on the basketball court.

    But when it comes to my favorite athletes, I need something more than their talent. I need to be able to like them as a person. Character does matter. Now I'm not saying an athlete has to be a Mother Theresa and adopt orphans and lead human rights protests. It could be as simple as how they treat their teammates, things they say in interviews and stuff, or even how/why they go out and play. (Trust me, this is easier to tell than one may think.) I just need to be able to respect them for more than what they get paid to do.

    It's not really that simple with Kobe though. It's a cumulative thing. I can't list them all, so I'll just put five of the reasons why I "hate" Kobe Bryant:

    1. His self-proclaimed nickname: "Black Mamba"

    He says it's because the Mamba is the deadliest and quickest snake in the world -- and he strives to be just as quick and lethal on the court.

    Yeah right...it's probably just what he calls his penis and he thought the name was so clever and awesome, he'd use it as a nickname for the rest of himself. But it backfired. Because now everyone's happily and unwittingly calling him a dick.

    2. The number change from '8' to '24'

    First of all, I know it was his number in high school. But this forced his fans to all buy a new jersey. If I were a Kobe fan, I'd be a little annoyed.

    Why the hell would you change your number all of a sudden in the middle of your career for no big reason? I mean, MJ, I understand. He played baseball for a couple years and came back with a different number. But even then, he eventually changed it back to '23.' But why Kobe?

    I think he wants to be like Mike a little too much. Early on in his career, it was the eerie imitations of the mannerisms and expressions of MJ. Back then, it actually seemed endearing in some ways. But it's getting a little old now. Now he's changing his number like Mike did?

    '8' is just a cooler number too. '24' seems too random and scrunched up and crowded. And weird. Like a number wanting to be 23, but not quite hitting the mark.

    Okay...getting more serious...

    3. His ego and self-centeredness.

    Both of these have always overshadowed his skills on the court for me. Sure, many athletes flaunt these traits and feed off them on the court/field. That's why I don't like many athletes.

    I guess I can't really fault him as much for this one because it's more of a character flaw than anything. But it's a big one. For the vast majority of his career, there's been a certain childish aspect to his motivation to win. Like a kid trying to prove to everyone in the school how cool he is.

    The biggest example of his ego is his feud with Shaq that dismantled a serious championship caliber team. I realize Shaq had just as much blame in it, if not more, but c'mon...put your damn ego aside and yield to the old, incredibly annoying "Diesel" for a season or two...especially if it means more championships! I don't know how Laker fans can forgive either of these guys really. But ultimately, Kobe won, and so he tore down the best chance the Lakers had of contending for at least a few more years by kicking everyone out.

    Okay, whatever, so he gets his wish. We move on. Yay, go Lakers. But then...after he single-handedly blew everything up and got what he wanted (being "The Man" on his team), after a few seasons of playoff exits and failures, he goes and cries about the mess the team became because of his own ego.

    Keep in mind that just a few months ago, this same guy who is being hailed as a great team leader today in the NBA Finals was going on radio talk shows and demanding trades through the freakin' media. He didn't call up his GM, he didn't call the Lakers front office to lay down an ultimatum. He called up a local radio show to do it. How stupid, childish, and attention whoreish can you be?

    And those same teammates he said weren't worthy to play alongside him are essentially the EXACT same teammates that he's going to the Finals with now, 8 months later!

    His ego comes up over and over again throughout his career in ugly ways...
    A few years ago, after being implored to pass the ball a little more and get teammates involved in a nationally televised game vs. Sacramento, he shot the ball 3 times or something. Never being involved, and half-assing his way through the entire game, passing at EVERY opportunity. To win an argument. What is he, 14?

    Okay, we'll let that slide. Go to GAME 7 of the 2006 NBA playoffs vs. the Phoenix Suns. A Game 7! The Lakers battle and do an okay job, trailing by 7 points or so by halftime. The coaches tell him to come out in the second half and facilitate the offense. Pass the ball more (again, that common plea). Kobe takes it personally and does the same thing he did against Sacramento. He passes at every opportunity, totally giving up on a very winnable game in the PLAYOFFS, all in order to prove a point and win an argument.

    I could go on and on about this ego of his...but I'll move on.

    4. Laker fans

    I guess Kobe has nothing to do with this one. I just don't like Laker fans in general. Sure, there are great, knowledgeable, and loyal ones around. In fact, two of my good friends are Laker fans. But, in my personal experience, good Laker fans are the exceptions.

    It's also annoying how most of them (both good ones and stupid/fake ones) justify Kobe throwing everyone under the bus last summer as a good thing, including dissing budding star Andrew Bynum, saying management should "ship his ass out." Most Laker fans will tell you that lit a fire under Bynum and led to the management getting Pau Gasol.

    No...there are other ways to "light a fire" under a young teammate. Like imploring and demanding that the teammate see how good he can be if he'd just work his butt off. And then go and help him get better. THAT is a leader. Not someone who calls a teammate a no-good piece of dead weight.

    And no, Kobe's drama-queen, flip-flopping whining didn't get the Lakers to trade for Gasol. There is a very real possibility -- stated by Lakers management -- that they might not have even pursued Gasol if it hadn't been for Bynum's season-ending injury. (He got injured in the midst of a break-out year. Some piece of trash he is...) Oh and I'll also add the Gasol trade was completely shady and bordered on collusion and corruption on the scale of Enron...but whatever, it went through.

    Just months ago, the same people who are cheering for Kobe with jerseys on right now were cussing him out and demanding that he be traded. The crowd at Staples Center was booing him in the season opener this year! Now everyone's back on the bandwagon.

    Don't even get me started on all the celebrities that show up to the game just to be seen, and not because they actually know anything about the Lakers...or care (except Jack Nicholson).

    5. He rapes women

    Well, you had to be expecting it, right?
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    We always tell our young kids to grow up well-rounded and stuff. Kobe is the ultimate example of someone who has gotten by solely on talent. In a sports culture that can't see past a guy's batting average or vertical leap, Kobe sits at the top. You bring up all the reasons why you can't like him and a Laker/Kobe "fan" will tell you something like "But it don't matter 'cos he wins ball games!"

    No, it does matter. That's my point. Why do we encourage this?  There are certain standards and accountability for the rest of society but when it comes to athletes like Kobe? Committing adultery and getting put on trial for rape? "Oh, everyone does that in the NBA. Besides, he's a BALLER! That girl was trash anyway." Arrogance and a superior attitude towards teammates/coworkers? "Oh, but he's too good for his teammates! They suck!"

    With all that said, I don't really "hate" him. He might have actually, just maybe, finally matured (at the ripe age of 29...). I also think he is probably the most talented player in the world. And he has impressed me these playoffs with the way he's handled himself and how he's responded in situations. He's saying all the right things in interviews and has been a great leader. He is, without a doubt, the main reason why the Lakers are rolling and firing on all cyclinders. But how long will it last? What if Bynum's knee is much worse off than before? What if the team doesn't gel well? What if they can't re-sign all their key pieces a couple years down the road? Will we see him once again give up on his teammates and coast through games to prove a point?

    Kobe has spent more than half his career shutting me out as a fan, hammering in the final nail with his theatrics this past offseason. But I think he has a shot at winning people like me over with what he does in the rest of his career.

    For the NBA Finals, I'm going for Boston mostly because I won't be able to stand the monster hype and ridiculousness a Laker win would bring around the L.A. area...but I'm also going to see if Kobe will start winning me over.

    Currently Listening
    The Boy with No Name
    By Travis
    "Selfish Jean"
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Sunday, 25 May 2008

  • Didn't Give Up


    So...I've been missing from the blogging world for a while.

    The reason was that this past week was my finals week. Finals week is usually pretty tough, but this one was even tougher because I also had to fight a major case of senioritis -- not because I'm graduating (I'm far from it), but because I'm finally transferring out next fall to a "real" college and this was my last week at my little community college.

    Don't get me wrong, I love this community college, and I really love the whole higher education system in California. It's awesome. But man...I've been stuck in an endless cycle of work and school for the past several years and I'm really, REALLY tired of it. I desperately need the change in life, routine, and scenery that transferring out will bring. So desperately.

    But yeah...so for this past week I've been turning to music to get me properly motivated to finish up the semester right. And this next song is what was stuck on repeat the most. In the morning with breakfast, on the drive to school/work, before class, after class, 3:30 in the morning, when I was wanting to give up while cramming -- this song gave me the jolt of adrenaline I needed when I needed it. That and very generous doses of caffeine.

    Currently Listening
    What's the Time Mr. Wolf?
    By Noisettes
    "Don't Give Up"
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