This post is about heroes and the death of the creative genius.
This is about how the "Weird" school of thought became a whore and how irony, situational and otherwise, was sold into slavery by the gloriously disdainful army of bloggers and their FB deep status cousins.
This is also about hypocrisy (mine) and about needless gravitas.
I have always found writing incomplete and obtuse thought out loud into a blog's receptive cyber pages extremely satisfying and strangely vindictive. It is therapeutic, all this virtual venting and whelps, each time, a delusional dopamine baby of a worthier self.
Truth is, it is hard to construct a complete and complex thought, harder to puke it out in the simplest of words. Its a love of the pathos rich panache. It is a fucking epidemic.
We were all (universal? yes. my blog, my truths) designed to be graceful creatures. After the feminine apple eating incident and the occasional misfiring of the species specific gift of mutation, we settled for lies and pretense; damning and avoiding the uncool, pretending all the time, insecurity growing by leaps and bound every generation. We then proceeded to wean entire nations on healthy dosages of elderly counsels on finding the inner worth; we were all brought up to constantly bitch! This post is a shining example.
A complete lack of substance is now the unconsciously accepted norm in non poor social constructs and circles. Children should be fucking expected to become rockstars from their nameday. Maybe the reverse psychology might just let the elemental but most widely subdued mental faculty of common sense to shine through.
But then how else do we communicate. We cannot afford to talk and think in the language of Shakespeare. No one ever did, except Shakespeare, even in his time. Verily I say unto you, mankind is doomed to lameness, surface deep thought, always has been. That is why, the apparently deep is so attractive.
We all have an inherent, self sustaining philosophical system, designed to arrive at conclusions and understandings of cosmic truth, from every little life experience. It is a process we glorify in. It was perhaps an integral requirement for the creation of a species with such an outstanding capacity for pathos. But we are also experts at kicking in truth's teeth, landing perennial low blows at the honest simplicity. The latter combines with the former revelations out-of-a-shoe box system and births an ignorant, short sighted and radiantly stupid school of thought.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOkAU9gOm0w
Maybe I am an ace student of the aforementioned school of thought, reading unnecessary deep shit, in a beautiful song...
