Feminism . . . Equality . . .

Well, here I am . . . (DM)

Now I'm going to piss off almost all my readers . . . that's 2 out of 3 at the moment (since 1 is enjoying a nice well-deserved holiday in Canary Islands somewhere). Feminism . . . pretty good idea in my mind. Women should get equal treatment. But . . . they should not moan about it every now and then. If a woman wants to be paid the same amount of money men are paid, they should be able to get what they want. But only when they work the same amount of time, have same working-hours and have the same results.

Hypothetically - there is a job, that needs 30% wit and 70% strength and agility. Two people apply - a man and a woman. Man has to get at least 25 points out of 30 in the strength exam and 20 out of 30 in the intelligence exam. Woman has to get 20 for strength and 17-18 for intelligence. Man gets that needed 25 and 20 and woman gets that 20 and 20. Now, you're the employer - who do you choose? Both are eligible for the job. I would go for the man, won't you? If a man fails a test and a woman succeeds - ok, woman gets the job - even if the man has 30 out of 30 in the physical.

But here's the tricky part - women complain about being mistreated - they are not given the same opportunities as men. They also complain when they are preferred to a job even though a man is better suited. They say, that that describes them as inferior beings - that they somehow need to be treated softer. Which is it then? Are you protesting against not getting enough chances or being given too many chances (maybe unfairly, but still). I can't follow the logic. If I find that the woman can do the work better, of course I'm gonna hire her.
I have to pause here . . . more to come very soon.

I promised . . .

. . . to talk about my holiday. It's been a month now and things have finally settled down. I got exactly two gifts and I like both of them. I spent time with my relatives and we got along really nice. And the most positive of all is, that my sister managed to derail me only once.

All in all - I don't like Christmas . . . It's Christ's birthday - I don't believe in Christ. Why do I need to celebrate it? Why is it that people need an excuse to buy things . . . People spend money on worthless and pointless crap all year long and when Christmas arrives . . . well, people shop even more - but this time without feeling guilty . . . because "they are experiencing the joy of giving". What rubbish. Yeah, the joy of giving, the joy of giving idiotic things to idiots. I never ask anything for Christmas (because I don't want to celebrate it) and when my mom forces me to, I ask for something useful - something that I really need (not just want). I'd like to have an iPod Touch, iMac computer and my own flat and a car . . . but I don't need those objects - I got a sportsbag, which I needed, because I didn't have one . . . I got a book, because I like reading books. That's all I needed at the time. Whenever I need something else, I will go and buy that something. End of mystery . . . No, not really - people can't be reasonable . . . sadly . . .

An American supermarket had a Christmas sell - all the prices in half and 70% off and crap like that . . . (I know, I know: "but many people just wait till Christmas season and then purchase something they need (not as a present) at half a price. Ok, fair enough - though, do these people realize that they know there a sale and they buy shit without looking at the pricetag? No, they don't . . . the fact of the matter is - all the "70% off" bullshit is . . . well, bullshit. They have invented new, higher prices before the large sale to still rip you off. There might be some discount but mostly there is none.) And the first day, when people all tried to get into the supermarket at the same time to be the first to buy all the stupid shit they don't need, they trampled the young smiling lady, who opened the door to them, to death. Now that, I can tell you, is madness.

As human beings, we are sad, lonely and mad. Love doesn't exist, soulmates are non-existant and success is just an imagi converted in our mind by our subconscious need to better your mate.

"People spend money they don't have on things they don't need" - George Carlin. Never more so true than now - in the time of the so-called "credit-crunch". Everyone has a credit card which represents money they don't have . . . Everyone's house/apartment is filled with stuff they didn't need, want or like when they got home. "Consumption is the number one pastime in America. Forget baseball!" - again, Carlin... If you need refrigerator, go and buy a fridge . . . you need a stationary cupboard - go get one then. But I . . . I have slept on a mattress for two years now - everybody keeps telling me how I need a bed. You see - I don't even want a thing I need. (even though I might have the resources needed to buy what I need). I'm not a cheap-skape, but I know that I can get on without . . . pretty much everything. I don't like spending money (especially on clothes). The only things I do believe that money is worth spending on are books and love. Books contain vital pieces of information needed to survive in this wacky world of ours. And love - well, you need some way of reproducing, don't you? Family is always an important area of money-spending - the more you pour in, the more comes out of it. The future is in the hands of our children - let's create the means to capitalise on that chance. (even though I never plan on having any children - I'm controversial and a hypocrite, I know).

Last, but not least - what's so special about the changing of a number? If the numbers make out 12:00 am it's midnight - they were just a second ago 11:59(:59) . . . they changed into 12:00 . . . Nothing special - happens every day. But if 1999 turns into 2000 there are billions of people partying their asses off and drinking - just because they are able to buy a new calendar. (Nobody seems bothered by the fact that every year within the confines of the New Years celebrations many people die in the same way the poor girl did, who tried to be nice and open the door to let in thousands of people who didn't have anything of their own, so they needed to buy somehing because things were running out very quickly (it doesn't matter to them that if they bought the toaster a week before, they might have gotten it cheaper and the selection would have been a lot bigger and better).).

Why is the number so important? Cause many people still truly believe that a new year is going to change the way they act - new beginning, new opportunity. "I'm gonna be nicer to people and finally ask my girlfriend to marry me and stop smoking" is just one of cliché's you'll hear every first of January. The fact of the matter is - nothing is going to change, just because the number of the year changed. It's all down to human emotions - new gives hope, newer is better, newer is always much more in. In truth, the only things that a new year provides, are a new calendar, a new fashion-trend and a bunch of year-related accsessories (comp.games, note-pads, mobiles, all kind of other "hobnob"). Of course you cannot continue with your daily-planner if the year is 2009 and your planner is according to the 2008 calendar - that's normal. But pretending that the changing of the year can change you - is utter idiocracy. "I'm gonna quit smoking!" Very noble of you. How about making the decision when you first came to think it? I have made promises like that - I have quit smoking for about a million times . . . Some times were even related to the New Year. No, I couldn't do it. It's not because the year just wasn't good for me . . . It was because the promise was made in an euphoric state related to New Years' celebrations - but the next day I saw that the grass was still as green on 1st of January as it was on the 31st of December. And it was because I'm a spineless worm . . . New year did not make me any stronger in that matter.

Wow - this post really sucks. I hope you all (all 4 yes) comment on it and disagree it in every way - I know I left tons of places that are open for discussion).

Fire away.

Let's see here, now.

I finally made it . . . I took a pencil and wrote down some words . . . Then another accomplishment - I managed to scribble down some notes in my notebook . . . meaning I kinda created a tune for these words. I rejoyced for about 15 minutes, but when I played the whole thing to myself, it didn't sound like a song, it didn't sound like anything more than a screwed up attempt to show myself in better light! So there is work to do. (I never thought that writing a tune for a song about 3 sentences in lenght, would take up three quarters of an hour.)

Anyways, things are warming up - no, the weather is still crap - and I'm soon out of ideas. School ends very very shortly - one might say school is almost over. That's frightening because it means I have yet another school to enter, devour, puke up and disappoint in. We'll see - that's still to come. On another note - relationships . . . with family - so and so, friend - pretty ok, women - . . . (no words - can't think of any), myself - total anarchy and chaos. All in all - all seems fine and dandy.

Although I find myself drawn to BB in these troubled times - "all the happy couples who would mock me with their merry laughter, hahahaaaa!" (but then you came . . . and my world was turned upside down)

I know I'm making no sense at all - the text is all messed up and tangled up and no logical order is to be found here and I'm sorry for that. The thing is I'm having one of these streams of conciousness where I can't help it - I just write down everything I think of.

That's all from me today, I'm gonna go and dress inside out and upside down.

Finally

So, it's been two weeks since I posted anything. Let's get rolling with new speed in the New Year. It has come to my attention, that somewhere around the time when I didn't post anything, Christmas has come and gone, New Year has arrived and the Christmas decorations have outlasted them all.

Now, what was I gonna say? Quickly now, I can't do everything around here. Yes, it seems I've entered a dimension of dunno. Like Fran in Black Books. A big cloud of dunno. Soon, school will end. Relationships are getting much harder to sort out. My own personal state has become uncertain yet again and things are not going according to plan. We'll see, how it all works out, but I have a sneaking suspicion, that the end result will not be very favorable to me.

Anyways - soon to follow - my holiday festive, my personal life and a bit of the humor that has lead me through life so far. Soon.

Religion

Even a show called "Bullshit made a story about Christianity and faith in general. They ended that night's show with a sentence: "Keep thy religion to thyself!"

They believe, like I do, that people need to believe in some higher being, force, power - whatever that might be. I, for one, believe our lives are foretold. But not by one mythical being, no - by us... Simply. I honestly believe that everything I have done, ever, will and does impact my present life and my future. So, in my mind, we choose our own lives and destiny by living the life we live. Therefore, I am not opposed to religious people - I said, I understand that they have chosen to live like that. I'm not one of those people to wake up every morning trying to figure out how to serve Him better, how to distribute God's word, how to make others believe, I just am not.

I just try, just in case He exists, not to make Him too mad and angry at me. So I kind of keep on the safe side.

Now, why I can't be a Christian . . .
Well, for one - God (yes, God whoop-de-doo) forbid if I should turn in to one of those moronic people Robin Williams describes - "the kind of people who come knocking at your door 6:30 in the morning, asking "Have you found Jesus?" and you just want to come to the door nude and reply "No, help me look for Him, come on!"
Secondly - As prematurely dead Mr Carlin said about religion - (excerpt from a stand-up - might seem out of place here, though, out of context, perhaps) "What's the use of a divine plan, if any moron with a 2-dollar prayer-book can fuck this plan up?" In my mind this denotes promise. The promise is that if you believe, then your prayers will be "answered" (more on that later on), and the controversy begins with the divine plan - that the Apocalypse will come after Anti-Christ has been and after that will be redemption day. And then things get out of hand - some say all believers will go to heaven. Others say all true believers go to heaven. Still others claim that there is space in heaven for only a handful of people - 147 or something like that. There are more and more claims - I am not familiar with them all.
Secondly . . . or thirdly, for those keeping track (Robin) - That's what I can't accept . . . controversy . . . The Bible, all religions are full of it. I am a practical person who likes to theorize sometimes, but I can't wrap my mind around faith. There seems to be a completely different understanding of the culture and religion by all those, who are a part of that religion. And there's the opinion of other people - not religious at all, but with a logical mind and a snappy mouth. And there are also the facts - I mean here science. Oh, and while we're at it - logic - well, that is something religion is very uncomfortable with.
All in all - there's too much to debate about - I debate enough already - I do not need create more problems for myself.

The end for now - If I get feedback, I'll probably ignore it, so feedback is obviously expected.

Yay - I've got time. Finally

Well (always a good way to start a blog), as I said previously - I have really missed blogging. I like it, because it helps me relieve the pressure that accumulates during everyday life. In general - a lot has happened and nothing at all has happened. Which would you like hear first? No matter - I'm not going to dissect my personal life in front of all you people . . . 4 in total, I understand. :) Instead I'd like to share a thought - just as an introduction for the next piece of material I'm soon going to write.

"Religion is a deeply personal experience" - one of the best sentences I've ever heard. It's taken from a computer game - GTA San Andreas . . . That's spooky, right? Well, for me anyway. But religion for me denotes a much deeper experience than I've ever felt. My views on religion have changed during the years - At first I didn't give a rats ass about a "higher being", "intelligent design", "evolution", "God", "fate", "faith". . . etc. Then I found Christians - I found them for three years . . . I kept on finding them throughout these years. I found out that they are really nice people - they never hold grudges, never get angry for more than a few hours, never swear. . and so on and so forth. And I loved them - I loved their views on life - and found out that I share their opinions. The only thing I couldn't share, was their love for God - I still can't. It's just impossible for me.

Why is it not possible? What did I do among Christians? Why did I leave? All these questions shall be answered soon.