Just a Little Push

- (Title Donated By Crosser)
- (First 2 paragraphs taken from Whitney's blog) =)


Stuck In A Moment...


So I've been thinking and what I've been thinking is this: Why exactly, I don't cash in on the fads set by modern society.

We're always working to an end, a possible future or some idea we have

about ourselves. We think that somewhere along the route we'll be

happier for the hard work we do now, but you know what? We never are.

Hard work now doesn't pay off when you weigh it against the loss of

right now. The sweat and tears we pour into trying to compete for a

place in the world

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But the funny thing is, and I thought about this a lot, why struggle

for a piece of the gold? Why struggle for a place in society or a big

house on the hills? When I look down, I see my body and that pretty

much assures me that I'm a part of it all, no matter how much money I

have or don't have. Each and every person is capable of being an

adequate building block, an adequate citizen, regardless of what they

want in their mind-projected future. Some time the future will be now

and I won't feel all that different about it so long as I stop

sacrificing all I have for precious little. And what is the point in

working so damn hard for accommodation you don't want in a place you

may or may not stay in? If you ask me, it's investing precious time of

a very limited life that if you are not happy about in the immediate,

you clearly have no way of enjoying in the "future". There is no time

to enjoy but right now, I think. If you really want to change

something, don't think about it or project it, just do it. =)

Of course there are downsides to being stuck in the present. The

classic case of the undereducated couple who don't know when to stop a

good moment and the girl ends up pregnant for it. Your moment

continues onto a long period of responsibility usually resulting in

some kind of disappointment or other. Of course it goes without saying

the planned ones are usually happy occasions. I got to thinking about

sex in great detail on more than one occasion, as you can imagine and

it's really all just about a single moment for a guy. For a girl,

luckily enough, you can enjoy moment after moment so long as your man

has the stamina and skills to accommodate. But the principle is the

same... you can only really plan properly the next few moments of your

life unless you want to end up with prolonged changes or shelved

plans.

Apparently Ireland has two quality past-times, incidentally. We like

to have sex and we like to travel. That is why Ireland's birth-rate

and emigration statistics are so high. We must be the meek for we are

slowly inheriting the earth. Just a thought.

No one can really say what exactly they will do in the future per-se.

We can extrapolate that we will say and do and want the same things as

time goes on and all we pay for the supposition is our general

happiness. I mean, that is not a big price to pay is it?

Well, I am from the school of thought that in order to be any way

happy in the future, you have to make sure that you are happy right

now. I mean I do go on and on about this anyway so there's no need to

elaborate too much, ey? But still, to go on by example, let's look at

the college student. They go on to an establishment to further their

mind, their education, because they want to excel at a particular

subject or activity. So they go to university, study their chosen

field and enjoy the experience, the joy of being in the company of

people with similar interests so much they never want to leave. I'd

say 90% of anyone I've known that has gone to college has felt the

same way. Future plans have been shelved often-times to make room for

more study, or experience... or whatever. Anyway, the point is the

same. If you stop doing something just because you are expected to and

not because you want to, you are likely to be disappointed. If you go

around making concrete plans based on other people and they are not

met 100% you will be disappointed.

Anyway, without labouring the point too much more I'll leave it here.

I'm sure I went off on a tangent somewhere along the lines anyway.

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A few side notes that inspired this piece:


Plan for yourself and make those plans reasonable.
Don't base your plans on maybes and possibilities and definitely don't base it around the participation of someone else, especially if they are only half interested. Remember, they are also half-interested in something else.
If you are not happy now, you won't be happy in your imaginary-world-future. You will always be the same person, just make sure you're a happy you rather than a forced dismal throw-off.
Things won't happen how you plan 'em unless you plan on treading on a few toes along the way or are ignorant of a few things happening around you.
If you don't enjoy hard work and saving now, you probably never will.
There are people out there who feel the same way as you do, so don't force your ways on someone who clearly has no interest in them.
Your ways are suitable and 100% correct always. For you.


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Stuff that inspired this piece:


U2 - Stuck In A Moment (You Can't Get Out Of)
Eckhart Tolle's - The Power Of Now
Anthony De Mello's - Awareness

Change Part 1

Change is very strange.

We're all conservatives at heart, every last one of us. We hate change, only because we don't change ourselves.

What we do change is usually cosmetic... Clothes, hairstyles, facial hair, skin (tattoos, tan) and even our body shape. But our personalities never change. Some of us like certain things that make us feel comfortable and happy and naturally, we clash with other's whose interests are different to our own. Actually, sometimes people who are the complete opposite to us can compliment our own personalities very well and some will feel "completed" by this. I guess that's where the old saying "opposites attract..." comes from. Sometimes difference is just as important as identity, it seems.

Some folks would be inclined to put up the argument "Ahhh, but you cannot change an alcoholic or junkie"

Alcoholics and junkies are either victims of circumstances, bad judgement or background, usually. I doubt you'll ever talk to an alcoholic or junkie who actually wants to be one. Some say there is a lack of awareness there, but I don't think there is. I think the awareness is just focused on the wrong area, generally. People who are unfortunate enough to be in these circumstances usually are aware of their inner problems more than the substances they are using to virtually or temporarily block them out with. They want to change the problem, rather than the person who is dealing with it. But you cannot, as I say, change the person who is dealing with it, only the attitude you have towards the problem.

So even the most freely liberal thinker will be subject to some sort of conservative attitude. We hate things being different to what we're used to. But we do get bored and then we want to change our surroundings and go abroad, or even others to suit ourselves. We never want to change ourselves to suit others. And why should we? Remember, it's not the personality that changes, only the attitude.

It's great to have some friends who never change. They are not rigid, but flexible. They appreciate difference and diversity. They appreciate that not everyone is the same as them. No one is, we are all different in some way. So we bugger off for a few years, come back and they are still the same. It is in strangers that we find the true value of those friends we already have. We know, because they don't change, that we can always come back to them. I am a person who needs a lot of change in my life, so it's nice to know that I have friends who never will. I'm sure they know I won't change either. I mean, issues are issues, but the person dealing with them never changes, just their attitude towards it. Sometimes the answer isn't always right on your doorstep either, so it's necessary to open your mind and broaden your horizons I think. This is not something that can be taught, but something that has to be learned or realised. You know that feeling when you want to break out of the mould or routine? That is change. Change WANTS to happen.

Some of us punish the ones we love because change so badly wants to happen to us. We want others to suit ourselves, our dreams and ideals. You have to experience a sensory awareness of the real world and the vastness and diversity of human beings to appreciate what you already have and what you can actually achieve from your dreams about this life. We can only do what our hearts tell us to do really. I don't think anyone's heart tells them to try change a person. To some, they see it as a chance to find what they are missing. To others, they hear it as a "rational" thought process and they go out to try and change the world, or at least the little system they are involved in. They nail down the pegs and refuse to budge from their perch. Quite often, the flow of change leaves them marooned in a stagnant little section of life and they wonder where they lost it all. People come out of long, stern relationships wondering why everyone else has moved on and done other things. It's hard to see out a window that has only one clean spot in it.

There is quite a lot I could say about change really. I write it as it occurs to me, basically. One thing I do know quite well about it though is I may feel differently about this blog as time wears on. I will stop short of regretting it though I think, because that's just how life goes. It changes. We change. Or age, our bodies change, as does our attitudes to certain things. That is why I will publish this blog. I will always appreciate why it was written in the first place.

Today: Dynamos

The blog is so-called, because that is what I had to type in to post the link on Facebook yesterday. I thought it was quite funny... "Today is aaaaaaallll about Dynamos!"

Anyway;

What The Hell Am I Doing Here?

A Question everyone asks at some time or other. "What the hell am I doing here?". To the philosopher, a question that asks for the reason humanity exists at all. To the scientist, a question that requires statistics, probabilities and theories. To the awakened, a question that requires explanation as to why they have ended up in a situation they have no rational reason for being in. To me? Why the hell am I in a country that I am bored of. A country I have no attachment or anything in common with. I am not working for the economy or the, well, Bastards with a capital "B" to put it bluntly, who run it. I have no real commitments to stay here. What the hell am I doing here? I have no idea. No reason. It makes no sense at all. Yet here I am. What's up with that?

Catholics And Numbers

So it's no secret that I left the Catholic church recently. According to the CSO, There were over 3.5 million Catholics in Ireland as of 2006. These are the same Catholics who apathetically supported the Nazis in WWII, the same Catholics who apathetically ignored the abuses going on in Industrial schools and the same Catholics who don't change their policies while persecuting gays, women and anyone who wears a condom or has sex before marriage. There are many ironic things I think, is that of the number that are counted in the Catholic population there are huge amounts of single mothers who baptise their kids... remember, sex before marriage is wrong and conception outside wedlock is wrong also. I guess it's a lucky thing these guys don't use contraception eh? There is a major amount of people too, I notice who are joining anti-abuse groups and anti paedophile groups on certain social networking sites. A contradiction I feel, when actively belonging to the worlds biggest persecution group. These are some of the same guys who are baptising their kids, no questions asked as A FORMALITY. There is power in these statistics you see. Every Christened child is another brick in the solid wall of abuse, inequality and ignorance in Ireland and the world at large. I guess it's somewhat fitting though that I know a few racists out there... also baptising their children into Catholicism.As you can see here there was no shortage of photos depicting the relationship between the Catholic church and the Nazis. As for fighting against paedophiles... you belong to a huge paedophile ring while actively counted in number as a Catholic. It's OK to be Christian. Jesus, if he did exist had some good ideas when they were fresh from the horses mouth 2000 years ago (apparently). But there is no need to be a Catholic Christian any more than there is to be a God-fearing bigot.

The Stare That Shook Me

What I do in my spare time, is promote a paint ball site in Bray. I'd rather be promoting paint ball than promote debit or credit cards. You don't get heavily in debt while shooting your friends and you won't lose your house from paint balling. However, sometimes when I try talk to people about it, it's as if I am asking them how I should kill their parents. They look utterly disgusted  when you offer them some kind of fun. But that is Irish people on a large scale... reluctant, tired, very boring and easily offended. I often get some terrible looks when promoting paint ball. Sometimes I get shot down. Sometimes I face some of the rudest snobs the country has to offer. But there was one person who really got to me the other day. When I think of them it makes my heart feel really sad or some other emotion, I'm not sure. It was a toddler. A toddler outside Spar in Ringsend. I was talking to a girl and I glanced at the child and you know how she looked at me? She smiled. And then the child waved. I never felt so trusted and so welcomed in the last while. That image haunted me today and I felt like getting sick or something. It got me thinking. How do we grow up from innocence and just start despising people for no reason at all? It's puzzling. But there is one saving grace and that is that every small kid like that has the potential to make someone feel weird (happy?) for a while until the people around it start to effect it and do whatever it is they do to make them guarded, mistrusting and in some cases hostile. It's a real shame.

That's all I got for today

Kill Yourself... Or Die Trying

Tomorrow Belongs to Nobody

So I hear that there are billions of people saving up billions of Euro or whatever because they do not want the banks fucking them over again. Why? Why not just trust your better judgement, stop voting in arseholes and keep blowing your cash on frivolous bullshit. Problem solved. Of course, that cash never did belong to either you or they because it was never here in the first place. It was virtual wealth. So you see, you can never really be prepared for this kinda stuff. We're creatures of habit and greedy ones at that. Just admit it and you'll be half-way through the battle. Just keep splashing out on yourself and spare the excuses. And the arseholes? Well they'll keep spending your cash. Just watch out and stop being so naive. At least vote for someone who tries to hide the fact they are doing it.

And remember; You could be saving your money for years and years and yet you could die in an instant. Have you checked your health? Do you aimlessly walk in and out of traffic? Do you procrastinate about what you really want and think you'll always be around to get it? What's that, you do it for your kids... all right. If they are young, no problem. If they are over 18, get them to do it themselves. Time is not a commodity, it's a constant. You cannot give time to people. You cannot take it away.When you go asleep it's today. And when you wake up, it's today too.

All The Best Smokers

So I am thinking about world class athletes. You gotta practice long and hard to be a world class athlete. And there is no shortage of news updates on them, especially if you watch any of the Sky channels. There are benefits to being a world class athlete too, like you get to play your many games against formidable opponents and get paid way too much. So then I got to thinking about smoking. All the best smokers practice really hard and pay a lot to do it too. But there are not many of them around to compare yourself against. There are no champions because in order to be one you need a trophy, like maybe say, a trophy illness. If you are not getting satisfaction or rewards for doing it, then why bother at all?

Young Women Vs Older Women

Girls my own age are always pissed off when guys I know, or am around, fancy someone younger then they are. They say things like "you are intimidated by our intellect" or "you men are pervs" or something equally mind-numbing like that. I have never met a guy who didn't like a women because of her brain ever.  And why the hell do you care what we think of younger women anyway? Why not whinge to someone who cares, like older men, guys with patience? We obviously don't care a lot if our heads turn when someone hot walks by. We are antagonised because of our genes, something we cannot change. And then there are older women too. Guys are attracted to older women also for whatever reason. Freud had a few, but no one really cares these days. Maybe we're not attracted to women our own age because they antagonise us. And they antagonise us because we are not attracted to them. Vicious cycle perhaps.

Psycho Neighbours

Everyone has got a psycho neighbour. At least I think they do anyway. There's always a weirdo on the block. If you do not have a psycho neighbour, I think I may have yours here, where I live. She is seriously fucking weird and annoying. I am the most passive person in the world. I don't think shouting and arguing are worth the energy you put into them. But this one... I'm really tempted. Check this out for a list of mad stuff:

- calling a repair man around to fix our floor without asking us
- giving out about playing music at a reasonable hour
- giving out about parking my motorbike outside at 11am
- giving out about us walking on our floor
- coming up and ranting about making reasonable noises at reasonable hours
- placing bins in front of where I park my motorbike
- being a psycho weirdo
- giving out about sex noises

I'm sorry, yes, most of the above are tolerable. The last one and first one... and pretty much all of the rest are just insane. INSANE. The woman is a fruit-loop. Yeah, I know what I did there. But seriously, I know there's always one... This one is about two weirdos. She is actually a fission weirdo. She has split into two weirdos. There is a daytime and night time version. Our place costs €325 each per month. I now know why it was so cheap.

Artist, Athlete, Apathetic, Assiduous

Athlete:

So athletes. They are on TV kicking footballs, they are climbing hills. They are constantly pushing themselves. Lifting heavy things to get bigger. Running really fast. Jumping all over the place with balls. Rowing big boats in rivers. They never stop. I wish I could be an athlete. They do everything I am reluctant to do. Well, I'm working on it. I want to climb big hills and wear silly outfits while running. I don't want to die of heart disease. I am somewhere in between being an Athlete and an Artist

Artist:

Writing loads of stuff down, that is the artist's way. They paint big pictures and draw stuff that moves and some stuff that doesn't. They basically put writing instruments onto paper. Then they write songs. They play music and they talk at great length. It sometimes rhymes and sometimes it doesn't. Artists are a sad bunch mostly. They write and paint and sing about things that they have done or things they should have. Generally, artists don't get paid a lot and people reckon they are bums. These people are usually Apathetic.

Apathetic:

People who have jobs and don't like them are apathetic. They do not like sports enough to do anything but watch them. They languish on their couch at home or in the pub and watch them. They do not like their friends enough to hang out with them and they do not like people who don't have jobs to hate like they do. Apathetic people will generally stick by their guns and say you are wrong about your lifestyle because they will not take the initiative to change their own. Apathetic people do have interests however. They just think they will be around forever for some reason to eventually partake in them. Coronary heart disease and heart attacks await apathetic people because they are too lazy to work the cholesterol out of their arteries and too highly strung about everyone else to notice they are driving up their blood pressure. I used to be one of these people. I then became assiduous and tired of that soon after.

Assiduous:

These people work hard and play hard. They are astute workers and get it done. They are passionate about their jobs, whatever they may be. The assiduous type will do their work or else stay there to get it finished. After they finish their work they consume. They consume so much. They consume products and they consume alcohol. They play hard because their hard work pays off. But they don't need thanks because they enjoy what they do or else they are just determined. The assiduous type is faultless to a large degree, but they should watch whether their efforts are appreciated or not.And I mean, whether they appreciate what they are doing or not too.

Fundamentalist Haircuts:

What is going on with these? OK, granted, this article will point out that it is only in fundamentalist Iran but this is symbolic of the extremes a right-wing government will go to control you. Recently, a couple of "raunchy"  ads like this one and this one were taken off air in Ireland because *SHOCK* *HORROR* it shows some good looking women in CLOTHES!! Granted, clothes that are pretty steaming hot, but when the fuck was it ever bad to be a female who makes consenting choices to be in such ads. These girls are obviously models and want this kind of work, so they got it. Men buy into sex... if it's an ad for Coke and it's got a hot chick in it, we buy it. If it's a hot lady in a video game ad, we buy it. Men in Calvin Klien boxers? Emmm, maybe a big seller to gay men, I don't know, but I'm sure straight men buy them too. And morality... well it's gone on it's head. Taking them off TV because it shows a few women who agree to the work in hot pants and belly tops. Fucking hilarious. You see worse (BETTER!!) walking down Grafton street on a hot day. I am moved to ask why there are Johnson & Johnson ads depicting naked toddlers in front of the masses, why there are shampoo and body lotion ads that show side-boob on before the water shed and why, WHY aren't they allowed to advertise crisps with a simple female form? Everyone knows that sex sells. Fucking women's lib, flannel shirt wearing activists know this is true, so why not just suck it up and admit it. Perving? Hardly. Being a straight male with hormones in the driver seat? Great market for selling stuff. Sales 101: Sell a man something with a woman in it or just get a woman to sell it to him. Much money will be earned. Right wing, conservative coffin dodgers are actually UNBELIEVABLE. And protective parents who don't want their kids to see a belly or a leg... tell me this... How was you child conceived? Did you have sex and then forget the whole thing? Was it in the dark? Did you have sex through a black sheet? Did you artificially inseminate? Have you ever looked into a mirror or looked down on yourself when you were naked? The good news = your type are a dying breed.



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