Monday, September 29, 2014
I’m paraphrasing. By most accounts he said “You see, I don’t mind what happens,” but he could have easily said either, and not giving a sh*t is a concept more people can identify with— but nothing else captures this piece of wisdom quite as well like the *sheet* word
It’s contagious and spreading like wild fire. A lot of people are catching a mean case of a stank attitude. The “I don’t care ” ideology has become an epidemic. Be cautious and beware of symptoms including but not limited to: “I do what I want”, ” you not talking to me”, ” who the hell are you”, “what do you want” ,”I don’t care”, with an eye roll and body twitch that follows. These symptoms currently affect adolescents and non-inspiring ignorant adults but cases has spread to others as well. The common cure for this disease is a bitch slap or an insult. Insulting the idiot with his or her own words make’s them realize how dumb they really are and if that don’t work then bitch slap a hoe.
When you tell people to “not mind what happens,” they’ll probably look at you funny. But everyone understands that there are times in life when the best way to respond to an unpleasant event is to not give a sheet.Giving a sheet really just amounts to thinking about what happened. If someone was rude to you on the phone, and you think a lot about it, you are giving a sheet. If you hang up and shrug and then go for a bike ride, then you are successfully not giving a sheet.Giving a sheet does not necessarily mean you’re doing anything useful, but it makes it seem like you are. It feels like there’s some kind of justice that you’re getting closer to with every moment you give a sheet. But that’s not true, because giving a sheet, by itself, is only thinking — and thinking has little use aside from figuring out what to do.
Society is idolizing ignorance, praising hopelessness/isolation and encouraging disrespect. Most thoughts just fill up your head and distance you from the life that’s still unfolding in front of you. They’re not leading to any important decisions or insights, they’re just taking over your present moment, and possibly shortening your life span.We often believe that our thoughts are accomplishing something just because they’re emotionally charged, or because they’re “about” something we consider important, like fairness, respect, or the state of society.No. They are useful only insofar as they get you to move your body and do something useful.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
At playtime in the early grades, teachers always told us we were supposed to share our toys.
We always did it grudgingly. None of us actually wanted to share them. But we figured there would be consequences if we didn't, just as there were for not doing anything else they told us we should do.
“It’s not nice not to share,” they would say. And why should I find it preferable to be “nice?” Nobody ever explained that.
Whenever I inquired, I’d hear things like:
“Because it’s important.”
“That’s what you’re supposed to do.”
“It’s the right thing to do.”
I always knew what I was supposed to say, but inside I knew would rather have the firetruck to myself than take turns with some other kid, and nobody ever gave me a meaningful reason why there was something wrong with that.
We grow up with this rigid idea that we should behave ethically, as if the word “should” itself is all the reason we need. Few of us were ever given a genuine reason for why we should want to do “the right thing”, without the implicit threat of being punished or ostracized for not doing it.
The widespread acceptance of downloading music and movies, for example, suggests that human adherence to moral codes has much more to do with the perceived consequences of violating that code than some natural inclination towards fairness. If you think about it, even “obeying your conscience” seems to be nothing other than the desire to avoid unpleasant guilty feelings.
Starting from infancy, “shoulds” pile up in our heads, and it isn’t always clear where they came from. Any given should is most likely just a memory of a memory of something an imposing adult said to you when you were a child.
As a kid, if you press an adult for a reason why you should do the prescribed “right thing,” you probably won’t get anything more convincing than “Well, you just have to,” or “It’s the right thing to do,” or the ever-unreasonable “Just because.”
Did they themselves even know? In hindsight, it seems like all they knew is how they wanted us to behave. A young kid doesn't stand a chance in a toe-to-toe debate with an adult, not because the adult’s argument is any more sound than the child’s, but only because they’re older and more powerful, and they’re much better at giving you the runaround. They imposed a whole list of unexplained “should s” on us because they wanted certain behaviors from us.
Over the years I've gradually become more generous, more accommodating, more helpful to other people. I’m less judgmental, and more likely to be fair to others when nobody’s watching. But I don’t think this makes me a better person than I was before, or that this change is because life has been gradually schooling me on what’s officially right and what’s officially wrong.
All I’ve been schooled on is how to best improve my own quality of life. As life went on, I gravitated toward whatever served me to that end, and away from what didn't. Sharing with my peers, apologizing when I've hurt someone, helping people out, being “nice” — these things have been rewarding to me, and that’s why I do them. What other motivation could a person use?
So it seems to me that there is no reason to do “the right thing,” beyond what it does for you to do so. The only reason to behave ethically is to discover its real value to the quality of your life. If you cannot find that value, if it does not add something real and positive to your life, perhaps you should not do those things you always thought you should.
At the end of the day, we behave ethically to serve ourselves. If you are helping someone only because you feel you should, and not because it’s rewarding to you, then how helpful are you being, really?
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
See me past poetic admiration, telling this story
She smiled down to like a blooming yellow rose
A far beauty, I could not touch, past that melancholy
My heart throbs like the Mujaguzo Drums
Thick black Jet hair, the Nubian silk could not compare
Bright shining eyes, staring, like they could illuminate the dark hearts
Alba sparkling teeth, embroidered by curvy lips, so desirable
God bless my Christian soul, she would ‘make me do harm to myself’
So as she stared down to me, simply in her graceful hold up
I loved her past her yellow pretty dress with a perfect line
As she smiled down at me, in her angelic smile
I loved her toned arms, with their velvet chocolate brown
So I did, as she held up her chest, voluptuous like spring cherries
I admit I did for father called my name, and her legs I saw
A perfect lining, like urban graffiti, waxed and inviting
The bare flash of them makes me sing nursery song
For how did we reach here, past that line of her shades in her hands?
That princess fingers hold such gadgets, on such pretty yellow linen
And my poetic eye caught her simple eye in the entwinement of imagery
Call my name¬- poet, when beauty found such gadget, caught in admiration docket
Mother sang for me lullabies, Father recited for me verse but here she was
Spelling for me, mysteries of how beauty met awe and birthed this poetry
* Mujaguzo- are royal drums that are sounded during jubilation in Buganda :-