At times my life is a soap opera, but I'm not acting. It’s kind of like one of those out of body experiences (thanks to 8th grade health I always associate those with date rape drugs) I watch myself in the most stereotypical dilemma listening to the most stereotypical dialog. I partially hope you don't believe me because it is about the most pathetic thing I have ever heard but unfortunately it is true. Some situations and conversations have left me in awe of a person’s capability to converse and act with such predictability. I notice that our responses are often a product of something we have seen in a movie (or multiple movies that have the slightly altered wording). We pick the fictional character we would like to be and when a situation comes up we can't help but ask ourselves what would he/she do? Because of the process of learning, it’s nearly impossible to live in this society of media without unconsciously imitating the people we have seen and the replies we have heard. Soon enough we are laughing and making jokes about things we would not have originally found humorous but the majority does. True originality is difficult to come across and the seldom times it does, someone else is right behind them to take it as their own until no one really knows who the creator actually was. In the book I am reading, it pushes you to shift your thinking into the most “effective” form of thought process. While I understand this and think it could be purposeful I can not help but think of everyone one else that has read it before me. If I were to take these principles to the extreme, my individuality would be stripped from me and I am left wondering how I could buy into someone else’s way to respond to life. The truth is we are not in a movie, we are not acting and there is no "right" way to respond except your own. We are not supposed to be anything but who we actually are, unfortunately few know exactly who is under all of the imitations and most are unable to grasp the reality of those standard responses that have been burned into our minds.
January 9, 2008
Unconscious Imitation
At times my life is a soap opera, but I'm not acting. It’s kind of like one of those out of body experiences (thanks to 8th grade health I always associate those with date rape drugs) I watch myself in the most stereotypical dilemma listening to the most stereotypical dialog. I partially hope you don't believe me because it is about the most pathetic thing I have ever heard but unfortunately it is true. Some situations and conversations have left me in awe of a person’s capability to converse and act with such predictability. I notice that our responses are often a product of something we have seen in a movie (or multiple movies that have the slightly altered wording). We pick the fictional character we would like to be and when a situation comes up we can't help but ask ourselves what would he/she do? Because of the process of learning, it’s nearly impossible to live in this society of media without unconsciously imitating the people we have seen and the replies we have heard. Soon enough we are laughing and making jokes about things we would not have originally found humorous but the majority does. True originality is difficult to come across and the seldom times it does, someone else is right behind them to take it as their own until no one really knows who the creator actually was. In the book I am reading, it pushes you to shift your thinking into the most “effective” form of thought process. While I understand this and think it could be purposeful I can not help but think of everyone one else that has read it before me. If I were to take these principles to the extreme, my individuality would be stripped from me and I am left wondering how I could buy into someone else’s way to respond to life. The truth is we are not in a movie, we are not acting and there is no "right" way to respond except your own. We are not supposed to be anything but who we actually are, unfortunately few know exactly who is under all of the imitations and most are unable to grasp the reality of those standard responses that have been burned into our minds.
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January 8, 2008
Step 1
For some reason, this is probably the most difficult time I have ever had thinking of some sort of clever witty introduction. I have been sitting in front of this computer writing sentence after sentence just to delete every one, occasionally trying to fix my “n” key that seems to have an undetermined, unreachable, small object under it. To save myself from missing this “unforgettable” One Tree Hill episode (that was partially sarcasm) I’m going to make it simple. I cannot always portray my thoughts as well as I would like, sometimes I realize how ridiculous I must have just sounded and wished whoever I was talking to knew what I was actually thinking. While I listen to music I often find those undiscovered words in lyrics and books when other people expose my thoughts so beautifully that I cannot think of any other way to say them. This blog is simple, others provide the terminology and I will comment, maybe a little more, on what they say.
In Other Words
Ben Kweller
Sha Sha
Another night slips away In other words I should say There are no words he should say There are no words
In his eyes I see the fear That only time could disappear If only time could re-appear Now's the timeSomething to take it away to take it away to take it
Don't let it stay don't let it stay don't let it
The butterflies are passive aggressive and put their problems on the shelf but they're beautiful He'll realize the only thing that’s real are the kids that kid themselves and the demise of the beautiful What is beautiful?
The multi-life is better than the one we're in the one we knew Cause everyone is seeing through everyone They're stepping' on his gold terrain He's moving' on with bold refrain His blatantly old campaign Is moving' onWhat can't stay goes away It starts stopping when it stops stopping
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