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philosophy

thoughts on sex appeal in BRC and other things interesting

read:
SEX APPEAL=BRC CURRENCY:

http://brcweekly.com/BRCWeekly2015_int.pdf

(down on the left)

neat article.
perhaps it is impossible to escape norms, but at least you can go and have YOUR VERY OWN version of the freak show, YOUR freak show.
I wrote these:
Mike Robbins- “we can’t abide being worthless” it says. no no, that’s allowing the status quo and the default world to define us. fuck that. we define ourselves, I define myself. fuck money, fuck sex (hell yeah,) and fuck letting the default world or anything DEFINE me. I’m me, in all my glory, deal with it or fuck off.

Mike Robbins- that quote reminded me of how the guys in FIGHT CLUB (at least the movie version) allow society to define their worth, rather than defining it themselves on their own terms.

man, cool music really DOES

man, cool music really DOES make me not give a fuck!
a wonderful thing, who needs drugs. I got beats and the blues and dominant sharp 9 chords, bitches.

OFFICIAL MIKE ROBBINS SLOGANS of Burningman 2015 were/are:

OFFICIAL MIKE ROBBINS SLOGANS of Burningman 2015 were/are:
“I don’t give a fuck!” and
“Hell yeah” (Neo voice, from the kung fu scene in the fist matrix.)
they both pertain to being exhausted as fuck, worrying less, and having a great (musical) time in spite of being exhausted as fuck.
as I am still saying ‘Hell yeah”, It seems safe to say that I am still exhausted as fuck and having a great musical time.
it was a DISCO party that did it… ooh yeah. and my flashy light sabre thingy.

love, and stuff, me

man, if this love, or marriage, or whatever, thing,
happens to me, if it’s anything like that in the photos of my friends,
it’s gonna be awesome.

just imagine… people happy, people smiling…
people feeling good enough, people accepting, even loving.
nice ideas.

fuck, I cried a tear typing that.(what can I say, friends, this much isolation, for this long, self-imposed or otherwise, is just painful sometimes.) (no, always.)

life could be magical.
perhaps some time it will.
HAPPY people, a HAPPY person.
happy ME and happy her too.
just imagine.
pretty different than the loveless existence I call life, these days, and all days.

BUT LETS START WITH US, yes.
I love me.
I must say this, I must learn this.
I live my life, not someone else’s.

p.s. I got music, I got friends, I got family, I got a lot. just, ya know. it’s different.
I didn’t mean that life is always painful, but it IS so whenever I’m in the proverbial vicinity of, uh, relations and connections of a potentially sexual nature with women.

gotta reach out.
even though I’m weird, and people will reject me plenty.
gotta reach out.
I hate that.
gotta reach out.

I don’t seem to know how to have a good time unless I’m acting pretty extreme. (I mean, by OTHER AVERAGE PEOPLE’S STANDARDS, that is

I don’t seem to know how to have a good time unless I’m acting pretty extreme. (I mean, by OTHER AVERAGE PEOPLE’S STANDARDS, that is (according to MY standards, I’m totally normal, and most people are boring, so there.)

I mean when you tone it down…

it’s just no long fun.

it’s exactly the same as why

1. doing something that involves a whole lotta waiting, but only a TINY amount of actual participation/doing, is no fun, and what I really meant to say was
2. when you like things to be rather intense, but then you go and do “not intense” versions of them…. they lose ALL that makes them enjoyable at all.

when you are accustomed to dancing/drumming for 30 minutes, 2 hours,
doing so for 5 minutes is just too little.

when you are accustomed driving 70 or 80 miles an hour (I don’t drive all that fast, actually,)
driving 30 sucks…

when you are accustomed to playing drums, or doing pilates or yoga, to the point when you are sweaty and REALLLLY feeling it….
doing less is just….. lame, man. just lame.

I need people who wanna run with me and fuck shit up, so to speak
and frankly, I gots plenty of em.

lets ride.

some people make me feel real stupid.

some people make me feel real stupid. (only a few)
they’re all real smart.
but (perhaps I’m off)
but I don’t think it’s because they’re smart. I think it’s….
it’s because I have deemed them to be
pompous and arrogant. yep.
they sometimes “advise” me. but the manner in which they do it somehow hurts.
I have other friends who do the same thing in a manner that does not hurt.
perhaps this says more about me than about something else.
chemistry.
whatever.
some people trigger an old feeling of not being visible/mattering to my parents. no fault of the people triggering it.
I’m only human.