People are Worth Less

In the past if you needed some knowledge you would go find an older person to bestow upon you the ways of the world. Today the idea is more like, I don’t need you old guy, I’ll just search the internet. Of course, the internet cannot always grant you all the answers that you need but it takes care of the majority. It’s not just older people who can be phased out of your life but also people who call themselves professionals. Instead of calling a plumber or handyperson to replace my kitchen faucet, I can go to YouTube.  With around 1 million collective views on ‘how to replace a kitchen faucet,’ who needs Mario and Luigi?

At one time, the whole point of technology was to take humans out of the work world so that they could enjoy their lives. Machines would do the work and we would would skip around merrily without a care in the world. It didn’t quite happen that way. Machines and slave-like labour has replaced first world humans but not at our merry blessing.

We don’t have less to do but we get less for what we do. It sounds ideal that we should be spreading the wealth to fellow humans instead of letting technology replace humans but we sometimes forget that people are only out for themselves. That’s been the way of life since the beginning. We only seemingly help people when we benefit. We spoke of this Utopian society of humans not having to work only when it wasn’t the reality. Once it became a possibility, human nature took over and the thought of maximum productivity won.

It’s just another stage of evolution where some lose and some benefit. We want to think that the best era of our lives is the way it should be forever. If you’re considered lazy and self-entitled, you’re likely going to be on the losing end of this generation. The days of doing jack-shit and getting paid $50,000 a year are over. That was just a tiny blip in history.

People are also worth less when it comes to entertainment. 20 years ago the amount of easily accessible media was non-existent. Now people are in competition with the vast amount of content on the internet and inexpensive books delivered to you by Amazon. The question that you ask yourself is, stay home with Netfilx or go out with people? Before it was, stay home or go out with people? 

Associating with people these days can be like getting enough vitamin C. If you’re not forced to then you’ll only go out of your way to stave off scurvy. Humans are a resource and if we’re not needed or in too high of a supply then we’ll die off or be treated like refined sugar without the sweetness.

To Drink or Not to Drink

Drinking alcohol is an activity we can engage in when there is no seemingly meaningful competitor. There’s probably a few dozen other things that you could do instead but after a certain age in life they don’t carry the stimulation factor they once did. The unknown can bring a feeling of uneasiness but it can also bring excitement. The thought that a new found experience may unlock the portal closer to happiness is intriguing. Enough years of doing the same things though makes you reluctant to spend any energy doing them over again. Even never tried before experiences that are similar, already have the same outcome in your head. You convince yourself that there is most likely nothing there.

Drinking and eating are easy, the same experiences are boring, and any next level experiences take more effort than you ever needed in the past but have a bleaker outcome of success. This is how evolution works…we get bored and continually seek out new stimulation. It’s always about how we can make it better. Life doesn’t reward those who stay stagnant no matter how easy it is. Life grants you sadness when you move backwards, boredom when you move nowhere and momentary happiness when you move forward.

Ending on a Good Note

With so many friendships and other relationships that go sour, it gives me reason to believe that the death of a loved one may have been a permanent preserver for the good bond. With enough time, anything has a chance of deterioration. We want to believe our bonds with others can and will last forever but that may have been programming from a more primitive time when forever wasn’t as long and when our relationships were our key to survival.

That person in your life who past away or moved to another country no longer has the ability to break your heart, hate you or deceive you. They will be held in high regard forever and will never age another day in your head. Your good times and fond memories will forever be in pristine condition rather than possibly being tainted by ill feelings.  Instead of going through the process of love, hate and slowly forgiving, if someone leaves you at their best, there is only love.

Working at McDonald’s

It’s sad that even in the teenage years, there’s this social embarrassment that exists when it comes to jobs. I’m not even sure where it came from but for whatever reason, flipping burgers at a fast food joint was too lowly of a position for some. I was one of these people. I chose to roam around broke rather than consider a job at any of the fast food joints. I had no money, wanted money, wanted a job but refused to even apply. I would have taken a job anywhere else even if it was picking produce or stacking boxes, as if those jobs were any more prestigious.

If you go to any McDonald’s here, you will only see immigrants and teenagers working there. Everyone else who was born here is not willing to work there or any other fast food place. I hope people still don’t think immigrants take jobs away because the jobs are there or were there, it’s just that people born here aren’t willing to do them. It’s just too big of a blow to one’s first world ego. White people would rather collect welfare and Asians would rather live off their parents.

Having even an extra $40 a week would have changed my life back then. Then again I would have probably pulled a Cheap Chinaman and saved $35 of it just for the sake of saving. At the very least I would have discovered sooner that working a shitty job sucks and possibly would have moved on faster in life. Then again hindsight is 20/20.

The only circumstance where I would consider working at McDonald’s is if I was super rich. In that scenario no one would suspect that I’m a loser who lost in life. I would get to relive a lost youth, and wait for the high school girls working there to become of adult age.

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Failed Attempt at Seizing the Day

It’s a holiday today where I live. Victoria Day I think it is.  Long live the Queen. I forgot to unset my regularly scheduled alarm which resulted with me waking up earlier than I wanted to. Other than that, I was feeling somewhat positive today.  The weather was good and I had no desire to just sit at home and drink wine. 2pm rolls around, I style my hair, put on a semi-clean t-shirt and head out.  I start driving without a destination.  Every place that I think might be worth going to will likely be busy.  When it’s a holiday and it’s sunny, people often get this urge to carpe diem.  It’s sickening, I know.  Shit, I end up at the McDonald’s drive-thru that’s 5 minutes away from my home to pick up imitation ice cream.  It was damn good soft serve. The afternoon finds me at the very same place where I was eating my double cheesburger this morning and listening to the same podcast…parked on a side street where a bike/walk route is located. Sometimes this seizing the day shit is more difficult than it should be. Fuck this, I’m going home to seize the rest of the day in my underwear. It’s true what they say…you can’t taste the sweet without tasting the sour. Home sweet home.

Blogging Guilt

For most of us our minds are like a prison of thoughts.  Some of the inmates are in there for life.  Some get day-passes, sometimes regrettably, and others will never see the outside world.  I like to think of my mind as a minimum security prison where the thoughts can easily break out but they really aren’t all that dangerous.  Often, when the prisoners break out they carry a bit of guilt with them.

If you get a following of more than 2 readers, you can be sure that you will be apprehensive with writing about certain topics. Even with no following you might be fearful of offending some passer-by of your blog.  You may think that I write freely but I hold a lot back and when I don’t there’s guilt that comes along with it.

When ever I write anything to do with race, obesity, suicide and other taboo issues, I think about who might get offended and tame it down a bit.  Sometimes people will find you offensive when you have a not so positive opinion or joke towards a certain group.  To me, if the famous stand up comedians can say what they say through public media then there should be no shame to do the same on blogs.  Still, I feel guilt because I may have lured a reader to my online dwelling through writings that are not always consistent with this blog.  They may have came because they thought I was always going to be humorous most of the time but I end up throwing multiple posts of melancholy and vice versa.

There’s no real theme to this blog as per the title, Everything and Nothing.  The personality of it is the same as your personality.  Sometimes you’re happy, sad, depressed, confused or whatever.  I’d be disgusted with myself if it just reflected one mood because then I would feel like a fraud.  I’m terrified of being labeled as disingenuous.  I would rather be rejected.

Although we don’t know each other in real life, your lovely gravatar pictures, comments and your blog posts are enough to make a connection.  It sucks that at least one of you is fat, happy, married, divorced, poor, white, gay, old, religious, vegan, Muslim, hairy or something else.  I can stick to writing only about myself but even then I feel guilt for provoking sympathetic comments. The only safe theme here seems to be of one of positivity and cheerfulness. Even in that situation you could be making depressed people feel bad.

One of the cliched statements I have learned since blogging is, write for yourself and write what you know.  Okay then, I know how to be silly, disgusting, humorous and depressing.  When you pay me I will write for you but until then I will just have to live with the guilt.

My Foolish Writing Errors

When I read over a post that I wrote whether it be from 2 years ago or the day before, I will often come across some kind of error in grammar, spelling or missing words.  I don’t feel so bad about some of the grammar and spelling errors because most of the time it’s obvious and there’s no confusion.  What bugs me is when I screw a whole sentence up by writing the opposite of what I wanted to say. It just spoils any greatness if there was any.

You can blame this on my lack of ambition in English class, immigrant family, regular alcohol consumption, recreational drug use or my poor proofreading efforts.  You can also blame the editor of this blog who is me at my best.  Unfortunately, he doesn’t show up to work very often and just drops in whenever he feels like it.  If I waited for him to look over my posts before I could publish them, not much would ever get published.

Although I do proofread, somehow shit just sneaks by me.  After writing a post, my brain and eyes are a bit tired.  I’ve found that the best method is to walk away from a post you have just written and then read it over again after some time has passed. It’s hard to care that much though when your reputation isn’t all that important.  It’s a bit of a loser attitude though.  I think ‘loser’ is the most used noun on this blog.  It’s equivalent to the ‘F word’ in the movie Goodfellas.

Women and Jobs

Recently, I was thinking about all my past jobs and realized that I lied on my resume for every single one of them.  Some were small lies and others were just completely orchestrated to give me some chance at obtaining the job.  The severity of my crimes are laughable to many and sometimes even considered admirable.  It’s been a successful strategy that has also made me realize that it’s the same game plan that will find you success with women.

I’ve never been one who lies about who he is in order to impress people outside of the employment field.  When dealing with employers, I have no intention of attaching myself personally with the company which allows me to lie freely and pretend that I am personable and confident.  When it comes to people, I feel this obligation to be honest to the point where I almost degrade myself to a complete loser.  I won’t even withhold the truth.  There’s this fear that I have that I will be viewed as a fraud so I lay it all out there which makes me appear insecure and weak.

If I brought my honest self to the job interview, he would tell them this…

I am only here because I need the money
I think this company sucks
You are lame
I hated all my other jobs
I have many weaknesses 

The magic formula is to sell yourself and to withhold anything that will hamper your chances of success.  Tell the job or woman what they want to hear and nothing of what they don’t want to.  By the time they found out you’re a liar, you would have passed probation and it will be easier for them to keep you around than to find someone else.  You win.  You’re an asshole but you win.  It’s not about luck, it’s about lying.  A guilty conscience is for losers.

Mother’s Day…Nay

If I showed my mother any attention today, it might give her the impression that I think she was a good mother. Ignoring her on Mother’s Day is kind of like the same punishment that you give to a kid when you tell them to face the corner and think about what they did.

Many people today took their mother out for some kind of meal.  It’s thought of as special but all you are really doing is going to eat like you usually would except that today your mother is tagging along.  The idea is that it’s the thought that counts, I guess. Taking your mother out signifies that you either care for her or don’t want to feel shame.  You want to be able to say with confidence, “yes, I spent time with my mother on Mother’s Day” and you don’t want your mother to have to tell everyone that, “no, my kid didn’t do anything for me.”

Anyone reading this probably thinks that I’m an asshole and suffers from a few other issues.  You’re probably right. I don’t hate my mother but it bothers me to act like I really care about her.  I’m just not good at pretending.  I don’t even want to publish this post after writing it but I wrote it already.

So Happy Mother’s Day…to other mothers of course.  I don’t know, maybe I can muster up the nerves to survive a 1 minute phone call with her later tonight.  I’ve already given her the whole day to think about what she’s done.

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True Love

I think most of us are unaware of what loving someone really means.  For most people they want to love someone because it fulfills a purpose or a biological need.  When some people are devoid of love they get a dog hoping it will love them when they need it.  To truly love a dog though means that you want to care for it instead of the other way around.  When your main objective is for someone to love you then it becomes a game of ‘what are they doing for you.’

To love someone is to want the best for them.  You refrain from giving into your selfish ways because you don’t want the other person to be affected by it.  As true as I think this may be, I think it’s not natural for humans to be this way.  We’re a species that is motivated purely by selfish entitlements.  We’re only where we are at because a group of people benefited from their actions.

It’s hard to devote your life to someone if they don’t reciprocate.  Also, there’s always this thought in the back of your mind of ‘what if I get screwed.’   The thought of feeling stupid and setting yourself back is devastating especially if in the end someone got the better of you.

Love is one of those steps that need to be taken before you can evolve into a loving person.  If you never received it then you’re not ready give it.  That’s the deficit that many of us have.  It’s that void of love.  We spend our whole lives looking for someone to love us and if we don’t get it then we can likely become people who are just out there getting taken advantage of.

If you have someone to love you unconditionally then you will less likely to be desperate for love in other places.  You know that there is someone else to go to so you don’t have to commit actions of desperation.  The last position a person wants to be in is in a situation where they have nothing and no one.  It’s the equivalent of death and we do every thing we can to avoid that situation.

There’s nothing more deep than a woman’s love.  For whatever reason they can love unconditionally even when it’s somewhat irrational.  Call it stupidity but I think it’s a necessity for the world we live in.