Mind Ramblings 11: [Survival Of The Fittest]

Survival of the fittest. If you want to get somewhere in life, you do everything humanly possible to get there. Well, this is evolution, and how species stayed, changed, went extinct. Okay, all good in the animal world, but what about us homo-sapiens?  We all hate the cocky prick who is seemingly the biggest asshole on the planet, the bro who we all just love to hate, but gets all the girls, and always takes your place on sports teams. Well. Nobody should be like him, people should care, and have some courtesy… or should they?

Well, no. They are just doing whatever they can to survive. All this emotion shit, well, as far as we know, animals aren’t as complex as us, and can’t do it. So, those douchebags are infact… just doing what their instinct tells them, and really, you can make the case that they aren’t as evolved, and we’d love to think that, but they are just another chain in this parody of survival we call life. 

Well, being nice, and for all the nice people out there, doing what they know to be “right” and respecting morals and all that jazz, well, just remember, we’re just a step up on the evolutionary ladder. We are all gonna die eventually, and none of this really matters, so I guess it really doesn't matter how we get from point A to point B, we’ll get there eventually. So until then, I’ll stay how I am, steal a Delorean, and on behalf of those who have a “soul” and are capable of “emotions”, go 88 mph right to Darwin’s door.

“Hi, Darwin… -knocks out- Survival of the fittest, bitch.”

Mind Ramblings: 10 [Life. Death. What's Going On?]

Life, we are born, we live to be a certain age, then die. Bam, end of story. Okay, wait, this can’t be right. How on earth does a human being, capable of having feelings, emotions (as we perceive them) just end? How to we just stop working, rot away, be reduced down to carbon? We obviously have no answer to what happens after death, so, well, I guess, takes us to wonder, how can we have feelings, how can we have emotions? We’re just molecules, atoms, matter, yet we do things that require such complex skills, machines, and a commanding centre to make all work. It makes no sense.

Back to the death part. So, we die, it’s over. What we perceived as feelings, emotions… what happens? Do they all go away, are we left to lay in a black abyss? Well.. no, not really, because we don’t have the senses or control over these to know what we feel… If we don’t know what we feel, or can’t… what are we left with? What do we feel, or experience if what we thought or perceived… is gone?

Science can’t honestly explain everything, and anything after death from a first person perspective is impossible.

Just think about this:

You’re sitting there, and thinking “When I die…,” then you’re just like…wait a sec…I won’t know that. You wanna know so bad, but you can’t. I guess… life’s just a diary, with the last page perpetually being torn out…

Mind Ramblings: 9 [Flaming Bunny Of Desire]

Okay, so I have a problem. I know a lot of cute girls… and yet, very many hot ones. But I always hear people talking about how certain people are so hot, and sexy, and it makes me wonder what the actual words mean in my head. 

I've never called a girl hot, I just think that to be hot, is to be something that is so easy to look at, something that draws your attention, teases you and leaves you wanting more. Something that unleashes a burning desire in you to have them; want them for sexual purposes. It’s a word that seems to be based entirely off of sexual presence and attitude. It makes me wonder, “Why would anyone want to be hot?” To me, all that means is that they are trying to show off, to present themselves in a way that is irresistible to others. Not gaining attention due to personality, (well, they still are, but I’ll explain) but due to looks and all the fantasies that could be created in that person’s head. Not going deep down, but viewing the person as an item, something to have, and be proud of. Nothing I see as anything that should be valued. 

Cute, on the other hand, portrays an innocence. Seemingly opposite to hot, it covers appearance and personality. Yeah, it draws you in, but instead of teasing, brings out happiness, makes you want to get to know, be with, and love, and connect with the person. Yes, there can still be sexual desires, but it’s on a more intimate level, cleaner, gentler. Cute girls seem to gain attention through their personality, and through friendships, creating everlasting bonds, not just a one time use item that ups the popularity and status of the guy thats with her, or the friends she has.

I don’t know how much sense that made, but I’ll put it like this. When you call someone hot, it’s very shallow, seems like it’s an opinion based on appearance and desire, disregarding anything beyond that. Whereas cute, although also being based off appearance, seems like an opinion based with the perception of innocence, stature, something soft, that really brings out emotions from your heart. 

You call someone hot with your dick, cute with your heart. 

Mind Ramblings: 8 [Shying Away From Life]

Okay. Lame post start…. now. 

I’ve been thinking, and wondering, and wishing, and dreaming, pondering, contemplating trying to meet new people. Girls, this is, and I wonder about one thing in particular. I’m shy, and yes, a lot of the time, this makes it hard to meet people. I see that. But what I also see is the fact that my shyness is never picked up upon, like people know, but they don’t do anything. Don’t other people want to meet new friends too? If someone you know is sad, naturally, you’d think you’d be a good person and ask them what’s wrong, or generally seem caring. Well, if they’re shy, shouldn’t you help them out, initiate conversation, make them feel comfortable? 

I’m only saying this, because more often than not, people say I come across as awkward, and yes, maybe at times I do. But really, does the fact that I’m really shy really mean I’m awkward? The way I look at it, at least when talking to people, is that, well, if someone really wants to talk to you, you’d think they’d try as well to start conversation, make things not feel awkward, at least try. But, I haven’t noticed this happening with anyone I’ve talked to. Being referred to as cutely awkward, and at the same time awkward and not willingly to put up an effort to meet people really gets me thinking, and somewhat annoyed. Why am I always at fault, it never seems like, as much as I am really shy, that the other person is ever at fault. Yeah, I’m not the most interesting, but this doesn’t mean I’m awkward. If people would just give people a chance, look past the shyness, just get to know them, I think we’d all be better off. Anyways, kinda a rant, but it really bugs me.

When a guy talks to a girl, he’s supposed to be able to make her feel comfortable, not be a dick, generally be a good person, a friend, and ensure that she’s having a good time. Okay, maybe not exactly, but there’s a few specifics, and I’m too lazy to go into those.

Why is it that it’s never the girls going to guys and wanting to meet them, I mean, they want to meet new people, don’t they? I just don’t get why everything guys do when talking to the girls that can be done just as easily by the girls isn’t done, where it’s almost solely up to the guy to make a good impression. Why can’t girls do that, show feelings, intiative, just something, anything to show they want to meet someone? 

It almost seems like girls can be shy, but guys can’t, and that’s the way society is. I don’t get any of it, and yeah, I could try to get over my shyness, but it shouldn’t stop me, or make me come across any worse than if I was the most outgoing person alive.