stirring
I am not here. I am not writing. This is not me.
I don't believe in things. It's difficult to unlearn this. It's more than just a perspective; it's habit.
I mean, the very idea of belief is just...silly. No one wants to be that guy - buying the self-help tapes, nodding knowingly as Tony Robbins pontificates, throwing his hands in the air as a preacher calls for repentance. We’re above all that, right? It's not really about that guy, though - it's more like a visceral distaste for the kinds of people we believe believers to be. But here’s the thing – maybe clichéd, romantic love is the only love there is. Reality is earnest, well-meaning, and, well – kind of fucking asinine. It isn’t clever. And this realization doesn’t feel good at all. After a while, it doesn’t feel like anything. To feel one’s life is to stop thinking about it. I’ve said that. And I haven't felt mine in a while. Can we live without context, without constant critical analysis? It may be a “false consciousness” – but it sure feels nice. Genuine sincerity tends to sound cloyingly insincere. I mean, that pandering Adam Sandler movie may be intellectually offensive – but doesn’t it feel better to like it?
I don't believe in things. It's difficult to unlearn this. It's more than just a perspective; it's habit.
I mean, the very idea of belief is just...silly. No one wants to be that guy - buying the self-help tapes, nodding knowingly as Tony Robbins pontificates, throwing his hands in the air as a preacher calls for repentance. We’re above all that, right? It's not really about that guy, though - it's more like a visceral distaste for the kinds of people we believe believers to be. But here’s the thing – maybe clichéd, romantic love is the only love there is. Reality is earnest, well-meaning, and, well – kind of fucking asinine. It isn’t clever. And this realization doesn’t feel good at all. After a while, it doesn’t feel like anything. To feel one’s life is to stop thinking about it. I’ve said that. And I haven't felt mine in a while. Can we live without context, without constant critical analysis? It may be a “false consciousness” – but it sure feels nice. Genuine sincerity tends to sound cloyingly insincere. I mean, that pandering Adam Sandler movie may be intellectually offensive – but doesn’t it feel better to like it?
posted by Pj at 4:16 AM
2 Comments:
Hey, Phil!!
This is Joe; I was in your 'English I' class back at Kent YEARS ago (I eventually caught up to your band, and it-is-fan-tas-tic work) : )
It sounds like you need a bit of inspiration; do you listen to new forms of music? Do you drive around; get yourself out of 'the loop'?
My creativity has hit a snag for some time; getting away from things for a while helps with having a fresh mind; shake the cobwebs : )
I dont know you, I dont think. I havent been on my own blog for a couple years. For some reason youre the only person I ever followed, so maybe I do know you. Looks like youre not on here much either. Guess it's just interesting that I never noticed you happened to be from Ohio as well.
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