I'm happy, or most of the time I like being here. I think laughing
heals, probably the best thing in life.
Although...I get the impression from others that my "happy" looks
similar to someone who is about to kill ants. I'm not responsible
for how my features look. Or, am I?
I take a few things seriously. I prefer being sincere over
serious.
I love throwing tennis balls for pit bulls. :)
Alan Watts, & therefore me, on conforrmity:
https://youtu.be/7uRxo3FoUKU
My life (& I think yours, too) is a period not much unlike one spent falling from a precipice.<br />
Sometimes I'll cling to rocks or other debris falling alongside me. That is to say I'll cling to money, education, self-esteem, friendship, etc., with a desperate attempt to ignore the forthcoming end to which we are condemned.
Clinging to (or rather doing) these things doesn't do anything for me.
This is why skydivers & base jumpers, I think, get it. They do their falls, not to experience the end, not to get 'there', but, to fall.
They fall for the sake of falling. When their fall ends they think to fall again. And, I cling to their idea of falling unclingingly...
So then, the what I'm doing with my life is either 1) nothing; or, 2) isn't a what at all. Rather, as I see the world, the what that I am doing is my life & life isn't something with which something else can be done. I'm living with my life.
(A second stab: What most probably expect to find me 'doing' & what I am doing are probably not on the same page, in the same ball park, in the same or similar type of sport...)
To me a life IS a doing. Rather than what I'm doing with my life I might as well describe: What I'm doing with my doing or... What I'm clinging to.
Sometimes I don't cling to anything at all. At least that's my measurement. I eagerly persist in my folly -- so it is that my life, my fall, my doing & I are all the same.
My attitude toward the conventional notion of "doing something with my life" might be described as hostile. Disgustingly hostile.
I find trying to do something with my life incredibly uninteresting.
Im really good at:
Ignoring others. Coping with conventional views & social
pressures against my unconventional attitudes about the world &
about how my life is lived best.
The first thing people notice about me:
My world-weary ancient eyes, bald head, & my jowls. That my
halo is unsophisticated.
Music, movies, books:
Ryan Adams is stupid & doesn't like girls. Joshua Radin is
awesome. F00k Ryan Adams.
I will never think less of you for not sharing my tastes. That
said, I move to abolish this section. It’s a total snoozefest, and
I rarely read it unless the rest of what you’ve written has made me
hungry for more.
I’d rather sincerely offer or learn these things than tell or be
told them all buffet-style. The magic is found inside our nuanced,
well-aged moments of discovery, not outside of catalogs which are
somehow supposed to fill in the depths of who we are. I do get
it—these things make us feel some sort of nodded connection, and
they are important. But we don’t need a shared laundry list for me
to dig you. And really, the world is full of morons who like the
same things I do; I don’t put a devastating amount of stock in it.
Usually.*
I also haven’t felt the need to publicly announce my favorite
musicians’ names since I etched them into the cover of my Trapper
Keeper in 1984, and I'm not about to change that.
I must say, if learning that we both love oatmeal and listening to
Julia Nunes' "Build Me Up, Buttercup" on repeat on a rainy Sunday
morning is the only deciding factor in whether you will try to put
the moves on me, consider this a preemptive decline from your
invitation to the drive-in.
(You can still buy me a ticket, though. Drive-ins: Yes, please!)
I spend a lot of time thinking about:
That there has never been & there never will be, born, any individual with the right or responsibility to govern, limit or compel, in any fashion regardless of ideology, religion, morality, tradition, or for any possible reason(s), the behavior or thoughts of another individual. And yet, it happens anyway.
How to best live my life, exercise my liberty, and pursue happiness without transgressing against another's life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
How I can reduce my cost of living & increase my quality of living. Here, I use quality not in the manner that, for example, means access to the best health care. Rather, I mean "increase the quality of living" by eliminating the need for conventional medicines or health care (I have not been ill enough to require health care in years).
I believe having zero access to conventional health care & never being ill is more desirable than having access to the best health care available & being ill enough to require it.
Whether I will be as good at Black Ops 4 as I am at Black Ops 2.
On Friday nights I am usually:
Waiting to die. And, I'm probably doing something you'll find
unimaginably boring, like biting my nails.
You should get in contact with me if:
...you smell like Patchouli, even sometimes.
...the following is meaningful & you want to share its meaning
with me:
"If all the world with all its events & inhabitants are soon to
demise & conclude, I prefer it occur without loud resounding
explosiveness & pass away, vanishing gradually in soft
intermittents."
...you enjoy philosophy, psychology, pyschopolitics, armchair
neuroscience, Alan Watts, Googling, sarcasm, Mitch Hedberg, wearing
denim, sandals, being barefoot, sitting on the ground, ignoring
people &/or using '&' instead of 'and'.
...you know, or think you know, why now is important.
...you're an armchair neuroscientist.
...you're intergalactic planetary (planetary intergalactic works
too)
...you're a hippie.
...you like the idea of cuddling, snuggling, spooning, touching
bare feet together, laying on the ground staring at stars or
playing piggy back
...you believe you can, & want to, teach me how to dance (not
just how to do the moves, but how to travel from not dancing, to
dancing)
...you can make up words on the fly that just fucking work.
