Love is More Than a Number

I once heard that human beings have a biological urge to bond with other human beings. The only problem is that every human being I meet does not automatically find me absolutely fascinating. I think that's the problem with this world; everyone else sucks.
However on the off chance that the problem is me. (I doubt it.) I have been actively making attempts at self-improvement. Specifically I'm making an effort to 1. make myself more attractive and appealing. 2. Be more personable and likable. 3. thinking positive and smiling more. and finally 4. zipping up my fly.

All The Worlds A Stage

My new ambition in life is to be a Wikipedia post. Considering I could theoretically write one on myself, that is perhaps unremarkable, but its one step up from coining a term on Urban Dictionary or writing a stupid anonymous internet blog. The point is: Is there a point to doing anything worthy of distinction? I mean what if you happen to aspire to be a congressman, a lofty, perhaps noble aspiration, but in the grand scheme of things do you actually know who the fuck your congressman is, or who it was four years ago? Who cares if you went to Harvard or won a gold metal, to everyone else your just another asshole, and thats if they actually know you.

Its the End of the World

Rome didnt fall in a day. You know i have seen the beginning of the end. it was eight years ago. You know there is nothing more fascinating to man than destruction. Ironically, man's second fascination is building. Often building to ensure his own destruction. You know foreigners often marvel about our political process, then can't trust Democracy when they see our results. I actually did research about moving to Canada. But where will the Canadians go when their sick of Americans too.

You Cant Change What You Are

I was browsing through this book about how to get the perfect job that you want. It basically said that it takes help to get to the top, which means you have to do more than just network, but make friends. Friends that would naturally want to help you. Well, that would entail me being out of myself. But I don't care about other people, thats like being phony, its not natural to me to take interest in things and people that i don't care about. Am i antisocial, maybe, but unfortunately its not your accomplishments, or your work ethic that will get you ahead in this life, but who you are friends with. The lottery it is then.

Today Is The Greatest....

Today is the first day of the rest of your life...well, seems like you already have a head start on me. I wonder if the beautiful people know how hard we have to work. I have realized that to get anywhere in this life, you first need to be interesting. People want to be friends with, date, hire, and make money with people they see as having something they desire to have for themselves. And the most important aspect of that is making yourself as attractive as possible. You are judged as a person by first sight by everyone you know, and if you are lucky enough to stick around, perhaps your personality can make up for what you lack in appearance. I intend to use our society's shallowness to my advantage, starting today.

Respect is just a word

Someone once said: "Get to know your parents before its too late." That is such a sentimental thought. Well, if they are anything like me, I don't want to know. The thing is you will never know anyone completely, everyone is hiding something. Your wife, your parents, your pastor, no one is an open book, everyone is lying to your face, and you are doing it right back. Believe me you don't want to know how your grandma was a prostitute during the war and that is how she was able to afford her way to the states, or how your Dad thinks his life may have been better if you had never been born, or that your Mom used to fuck guys for drugs when she was barely out of her teens. Just leave them alone, or stay away from the real stuff, they probably wont tell you the truth anyways.

Baz - elbub

I was listening to that song by I guess Baz Luhrman, you know the one where he dispences all his advice from his own meandering existence. As you may already know, it was Mary Shmich, a Chicago Tribune writer who first dispenced this advice. Anyways, that song does make you stop and think....what else can i say to the background of music that will sound profound. Does any of this matter, i mean in the end no one accomplishes everything they want to, some may argue anything at all. Telling someone that they can be a famous millionaire is cruel. Everyone should stick to small goals that they think they can accomplish, like paying this months rent.