Too Much Green To Feel Blue

Coffee first thing in the morning is not the best idea, I'm sitting here with caffeine surging through my body and as a result I'm one messed up dude this morning. I spent the whole weekend reading three books at more or less the same time because I'm really not into delayed gratification. I feel like my brain has been hijacked by three totally different plots and I keep muttering lines from The Stand about the Walkin' Dude coming to get me and I see vast cornfields in my head that just refuse to go away. My zombie state and the pile of work that looms ahead of me this week aside I'm one happy dude because the sun is shining again. Winter wears me down. Everything's in bloom so a jolly green day to all :)

Life

Rush headlong and hard at life
Or just sit at home and wait.
All things good and all the wrong
Will come right to you: it's fate. – The Book of Counted Sorrows

I’m sitting here and reading through some of these posts and my goodness! At times I’m such a dramatic lunatic. I remind myself of the guy in Asterix and Obelix who always thinks the sky is falling. I spoke to two people this morning who think that all bloggers are narcissistic people who think that they are really clever. All bloggers do, according to these two sources (who are Honours students in Philosophy I might add), is sit around philosophising about silly things. Looking at this blog they might have a point, most of these posts scream I’m so cool and everyone else is so strange… yak, yak, yak, I’m so misunderstood. I’ve been told to get a life a number of times in my er… well… "life", everyone else has one. Lives are apparently mass produced and sold on every street corner on the planet. One size fits all. I think I’ll take a yellow one; it reminds me of SpongeBob. I’ll bother venturing out of my head and taking my new life for a spin. I can’t seem to find the seatbelt on this thing though… you’d think that at a speed of 24 hours a day a seatbelt would come standard.

Lost in the Cosmos, Project Enlightenment

This morning it finally hit me. Lo! And behold; illumination! For the past few years I've had a problem with the reality that is people and objects. I could never understand why life just kept happening. Whenever I'd hear people complain about one trivial thing or the other I'd think Dude! You're worried about the colour of your socks in a universe such as dangerous as ours. I always felt like some great pretender when I went about my daily business. Making coffee in the morning never felt real. I mean, what profound meaning is there behind making coffee? Now that I think about it, making coffee is riddled with meaning... Napoleon Hill told me this way back in high school but I think we can all safely conclude that I am a dummy. When I stand there making coffee and thinking about what my plans for the day are I'm enjoying the sweat of many brows; the people who plant the coffee beans, the people who package the coffee, the people who ship the coffee, my mother who earns the money to buy the coffee and so on. What does this all mean? I have no clue but I could go on about the intertwined destinies of all these sweating brows if someone was holding me at gunpoint and I had to say something to save my skin. Okay, I'll just shut up and smile because I'm just talking trash right now :)

The Grand Wizard

This post is dedicated entirely to the strangest and most wonderful person I know, my dear friend, Lex Luth. I'm a tad bit strange but if there was a category for strangeness in the Olympics between the two of us ol' Lex Luth would most definitely take the gold home with him. Everyone I know has some sort of expectation that I try to live up to; when I speak to my mother I think okay this is my mother, I have to behave in this manner and when I'm with other friends of mine I think okay this is what is expected from me. This is probably a shortcoming that can be attributed to me but when I hang out with Luth life becomes almost surreal. I can talk to Luth about a dragon for hours on end. Seriously. We'll sit there and discuss dragons in great detail, we'll talk about their scales, claws, wings and the fire that they breath and anyone walking by and catching snippets of our conversation might suspect the use of drugs. This is a wonderful quality of Luth, I think, the ability to just absorb everything and to keep up with any of my many fantastical thoughts. We never discuss 'real' things much when we're hanging out, our talks always take place in some realm of Faerie where great wizards wield powerful magic. What makes Luth so wonderful is that he is a traveller in all the realms of Faerie. He spends the majority of his time exploring these realms and like the grand wizard that he is he never imposes his will on any of the inhabitants or objects there, which is why the people of Faerie always welcome him. He is not a conqueror hellbent on conquest but rather he is the sort of guest who shows up at a doorstep and though he is uninvited one is pleased that he came at all. He is ever the unexpected guest that one always has room for in your house. It is said by some sects that you should always be courteous because you might just be in the company of angels. I believe that when you are with Luth you are in the company of a great wizard. There is no way that Luth is a native of this world. Though he does not know it he must come from one of the realms of Faerie. Of this I am certain.

The Ol' Ball and Chain

We have a weight to carry
and a distance we must go.
We have a weight to carry,
a distination we can't know.
We have a weight to carry
and can put it down nowhere.
We are the weight to carry
from there to here to there. - The Book of Counted Sorrows

It's like the title of Escape the Fate's song, Dragging Dead Bodies In Blue Bags Up Really Long Hills; all one does the whole day is drag around, in my case, 65 kilograms of flesh, blood, guts, bones, water and stuff - it's quite terrible and very funny really. It's also like the Greek myth of Sisyphus in a way, all he does is push a rock up and down a mountain for eternity and people like Samuel Beckett will tell you that that is the lot of mankind. Everyone I know consciously loves their meat suit but the subconscious is a different matter all together; people smoke, drink, get high on banana peels (this is actually possible I'm told) and drive their cars really fast down really long hills because it's fun they say. In a way it's pretty morbid how we kill ourselves bit by bit everyday and then we turn around and tell people not to jump off of buildings. It's the plank in the eye story all over again.