So on Friday Hannah called me up and invited me to go with her and some other folks to the Flogging Molly concert at the Minnesota Irish Festival. We got there late, but I was able to follow the flow and squeeze my way through sweaty bodies up to the front. I became a faceless number in the phalanx of sweaty, smelly bodies. My shirt was drenched with sweat by the end of the concert, and not much of it was mine.
yecch.
And there's nothing like my crotch forcibly being pressed up against some other dude's butt and some other guy's pressed up to mine to make me feel secure in my sexuality. Nothing like getting kicked in the head numerous times while, amazingly, keeping my glasses intact either. For a band I've seldom listened to and one that represents an ethnicity I am not even a little bit a part of, they rocked mein world. I'm such a poser.
Hannah is something else, I tell ya. There's this whole WORLD within her that nobody sees because she's usually so quiet, reserved, and humble. I have much less respect for vanity, for those who proudly pronounce "Whuttup, bitches? I'm the coolest damn thing you ever did lay eyes on, so now if you don't mind why don't you make with the praise, fuckers?" I'd much rather prefer the person who quietly sits in the corner and then, out of nowhere, without rhyme or reason, suddenly gets up on stage and knocks the audience on its collective ass. much more admirable.
Some reflections on vanity and why I'm none too fond of it:
First off, confidence is different from vanity. Okay, learning is the changing, reconstructing, adding, and breaking down of old beliefs. Avarice prohibits such actions simply because shame is found in error and immunes one against correction or recognition of shortcomings. If error and mistakes cannot be recognized then growth cannot occur, since, well, y'know, the person believes there is no error. I'm not saying that those who are vain cannot reconstruct or add to old beliefs, but that to do so is more difficult, and the act of acknowledging and challenging one's own beliefs in order to break them down and then reform them is almost impossible. So I say embrace mistakes--not dwell on them--but use them to learn. The arrogance that follows vanity is a kind of slough of personal dogma. There's an inability to grow beyond the strict constraints of avarice. Plus, people walking around thinking their King/Queen Shit is just plain fucking annoying.
In a less formal discussion of vanity, avarice reminds me of only the greatest sketch-to-screen SNL adaptations ever created, It's Pat! heh. Androgyny aside, Pat is pathetically prideful. So yeah, I kinda feel about people with a sizable amount of vanity the way I feel about Pat. Give it a watch (or not. it's not that good of a movie) and see what feelings are evoked. It's got nothin to do with androgyny.
Don't agree?! Step on up! I do enjoy a good debate.
Last night Amy and I went had a few drinks and went bowling, while fellow bowlers looked at us with questioning eyes. I don't know if we were acting funny (after a few drinks that's quite possible) or maybe they didn't know whether Amy was a guy or a girl. whatever. It was a great time. We went back to her place where we looked at old photos and I finally heard the story about her former girlfriend of two years. Amy says she's completely over her, but I think ramifications are still being experienced from the end of that relationship. I don't want to get into it, but SHIT. I think "SHIT" will suffice. We finally topped off the night with a game of Simpsons Jeopardy.
Our current views on relationships in general are quite similar:
1.) friendship = the good
2.) serious relationship = not interested. by the time I probably will be interested I may very well be in a whole nother country. maybe.
3.) anything more than a friendship but less than serious and has at least one iota of feeling/meaning = messy and quite possibly leading to something unintentionally destructive and regrettable. yoop. Things would probably develop into something neither of us want or can handle.
In other news, Undeclared is coming out on DVD! That show was underappreciated and died before its time.
And Benjamin Franklin was a member of the Hellfire club? I knew he was a Deist, but I didn't know he, along with other historical figures, gathered in abandoned monasteries to ridicule Christian values and participated in orgiastic bacchanals! dude! Is this club still around? If so, how do I sign up? Who knew Ben Franklin was such a swinger! anyhoo . . .
If a movie was ever made about my life (god forbid), I think Crispin Glover would be a good pick to play me. Crispin Glover or Milhouse. yeeeaah.
yecch.
And there's nothing like my crotch forcibly being pressed up against some other dude's butt and some other guy's pressed up to mine to make me feel secure in my sexuality. Nothing like getting kicked in the head numerous times while, amazingly, keeping my glasses intact either. For a band I've seldom listened to and one that represents an ethnicity I am not even a little bit a part of, they rocked mein world. I'm such a poser.
Hannah is something else, I tell ya. There's this whole WORLD within her that nobody sees because she's usually so quiet, reserved, and humble. I have much less respect for vanity, for those who proudly pronounce "Whuttup, bitches? I'm the coolest damn thing you ever did lay eyes on, so now if you don't mind why don't you make with the praise, fuckers?" I'd much rather prefer the person who quietly sits in the corner and then, out of nowhere, without rhyme or reason, suddenly gets up on stage and knocks the audience on its collective ass. much more admirable.
Some reflections on vanity and why I'm none too fond of it:
First off, confidence is different from vanity. Okay, learning is the changing, reconstructing, adding, and breaking down of old beliefs. Avarice prohibits such actions simply because shame is found in error and immunes one against correction or recognition of shortcomings. If error and mistakes cannot be recognized then growth cannot occur, since, well, y'know, the person believes there is no error. I'm not saying that those who are vain cannot reconstruct or add to old beliefs, but that to do so is more difficult, and the act of acknowledging and challenging one's own beliefs in order to break them down and then reform them is almost impossible. So I say embrace mistakes--not dwell on them--but use them to learn. The arrogance that follows vanity is a kind of slough of personal dogma. There's an inability to grow beyond the strict constraints of avarice. Plus, people walking around thinking their King/Queen Shit is just plain fucking annoying.
In a less formal discussion of vanity, avarice reminds me of only the greatest sketch-to-screen SNL adaptations ever created, It's Pat! heh. Androgyny aside, Pat is pathetically prideful. So yeah, I kinda feel about people with a sizable amount of vanity the way I feel about Pat. Give it a watch (or not. it's not that good of a movie) and see what feelings are evoked. It's got nothin to do with androgyny.
Don't agree?! Step on up! I do enjoy a good debate.
Last night Amy and I went had a few drinks and went bowling, while fellow bowlers looked at us with questioning eyes. I don't know if we were acting funny (after a few drinks that's quite possible) or maybe they didn't know whether Amy was a guy or a girl. whatever. It was a great time. We went back to her place where we looked at old photos and I finally heard the story about her former girlfriend of two years. Amy says she's completely over her, but I think ramifications are still being experienced from the end of that relationship. I don't want to get into it, but SHIT. I think "SHIT" will suffice. We finally topped off the night with a game of Simpsons Jeopardy.
Our current views on relationships in general are quite similar:
1.) friendship = the good
2.) serious relationship = not interested. by the time I probably will be interested I may very well be in a whole nother country. maybe.
3.) anything more than a friendship but less than serious and has at least one iota of feeling/meaning = messy and quite possibly leading to something unintentionally destructive and regrettable. yoop. Things would probably develop into something neither of us want or can handle.
In other news, Undeclared is coming out on DVD! That show was underappreciated and died before its time.
And Benjamin Franklin was a member of the Hellfire club? I knew he was a Deist, but I didn't know he, along with other historical figures, gathered in abandoned monasteries to ridicule Christian values and participated in orgiastic bacchanals! dude! Is this club still around? If so, how do I sign up? Who knew Ben Franklin was such a swinger! anyhoo . . .
If a movie was ever made about my life (god forbid), I think Crispin Glover would be a good pick to play me. Crispin Glover or Milhouse. yeeeaah.
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quiet, confident people are always much more interesting and they always have the ability to surprise.
that whole, "more than friendship but less than serious thing" never ever works, but i hear people are still trying it everyday. wars have been waged from this i think.
was that proper grammar?
you seem like the type of person that i can ask.
and that is a good thing.