My
first instinct in writing this is to place the blame on My. Of course,
I’d do it in good humor, half joking, as to not seriously offend her,
and also give the whole post a lighter note. This would, hypotheticly,
be followed by numerous quotes and slightly non sequitur jpegs and
links. And I would wrap it all up in a cliché little note of ambiguity,
something along the lines of “Or I could just be full of it.” Let’s try something a little different this time. I
never mention it, but nearly all of my blog entries are copied from
little rants I compose in Word, ussualy when I’m stuck someplace
without internet access or I’m trying to avoid doing homework. Most of
the rants I compose get deleted, too fragmented in thought or broken in
grammar to ever make sense to anyone else. A select few (one out of ten
or so) make it to a folder in My Documents called “Ranting and Raving”.
As
I’ve stated in my mission statement to this blogger page, I don’t enjoy
reading or posting anything too deep or personal. No he-said-she-said
and very little off the cuff remarks on events in my life. I lack the
bravado of Tim, who puts a “love it or leave it” warning on his site
and posts any damn thing he thinks of, good and bad. I also fall short
of Anita and My’s quick updates about personal moods, thinking I’d come
off as too needy. This is not saying I think less of their postings:
the contrary is true, I check these three sites more than any. If
anything I respect them more for being able to lay their lives out so
confidently. To
the point, I’ve noticed a recent trend in how I’m viewing other
people’s trials and tribulations. More and more I seem to experience
feelings of befuddlement over the most serious problems in friends and
close acquaintances. “Why not?” and “And..?” have leveled up to become
the most used phrases in my vocabulary. My sympathy still goes out, but
it seems that the greatest obstacles people have encountered are their
own glass ceilings. Now
here’s where I’m cautious. Whenever I write one of these “too serious”
monologues, I remember an email I received from an old friend in middle
school, where he waxed on and on about the importance of keeping close
friends and so forth. To be honest, it scared me that anyone was
talking a light matter so seriously and just creeped me out in general. What
the hell does this all mean? Well, boys and girls, let me point it out
to you. Stop worrying so much. Cease with the soliloquies and heartfelt
proverbs. We’re twenty for gods sake. I can’t write an essay that does
justice to Imanual Kant’s rules of Metaphysics, so I can be sure as
hell I can’t write a proverb on my Xanga that will enlighten anyone. I
realize in writing this, I’m going against all the things I just ranted
against. So sue me. You need to follow the law in order to change it.
I’m saying to hell with the deep questions about life and so should
you. You know why? 1. You are good looking.
You may not be incredibly attractive at this very moment, but I’d say
close to 95% of your looks can be controlled through effort in being
healthy and having a fashion sense. 2. You are intelligent. You went to East Chapel Hill
(or similar), the high school equivalent of MIT: if you had been in any
other normal school in the country, you would have graduated top of
your class. 3. The only difference between you and the Jocks/Nerds/Plastics is that they care more about Muscles/Education/Looks than you do.
See numbers 1 and 2. Oh and the reason they’re more successful or get
the girl/boy is that they don’t worry too much about it: they Just do
it ™. 4. Everyone thinks about the Big Question, and no one has the answer.
Do you think if Einstein, Plato, Stephen Hawking, Carl Sagan, Socrates
and Da Vinci couldn’t get it, you can? If you want to still think about
it: read what they said, they put more into a book than you can deduce
in a lifetime. 5. Wear sunscreen. The
long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas
the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Ok,
so there you have it. And from now on I’ll post those fragmented
thoughts. The most interesting Blog I’ve read in the past few months
began with the title “Anything that makes a girl want to suck my d****
is ok with me.” and gave
an opinion of women’s beauty magazines that would have made Jonathan
Swift proud. So, I’m changing the title of my blog to “ranting and
raving”. If I’m just full of shit, I can live with that. (Also, this Wilco album kicks serious ass.) | 
On the materialistic front Modest Mouse is playing in 
Check back on me in a week and I’ll be a much happier person.
