Scuttling and Scurrying
Sep. 28th, 2009 12:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
To the Mundanes I see all around me.
I see you all.
I watch you as you scuttle to work, and scuttle back and forth to lunch and back to work, and scurry back home or down to the pub.
I observe you as you scurry directly home from work, straight to work from home; and I watch the worst of you as you get out of the house in the morning to stumble onto the bus and, once you arrive in town, lurch straight into the JD Wetherspoons to begin the day's hard drinking regimen that has become the sole focus of your lives.
I see you chasing the pounds, chasing your own tails, chasing after oblivion.
I see it all, and I can hear the voices inside your heads.
I hear them all, screaming.
I am not surprised. If I lived a life as pitiful as this, I'd be screaming, too.
I see you all.
I watch you as you scuttle to work, and scuttle back and forth to lunch and back to work, and scurry back home or down to the pub.
I observe you as you scurry directly home from work, straight to work from home; and I watch the worst of you as you get out of the house in the morning to stumble onto the bus and, once you arrive in town, lurch straight into the JD Wetherspoons to begin the day's hard drinking regimen that has become the sole focus of your lives.
I see you chasing the pounds, chasing your own tails, chasing after oblivion.
I see it all, and I can hear the voices inside your heads.
I hear them all, screaming.
I am not surprised. If I lived a life as pitiful as this, I'd be screaming, too.
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Date: 2009-09-28 01:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-28 04:21 pm (UTC)Look at the eyes of the actress Megan Fox. It's the same look, exactly.
It's the look of a vessel made empty. The look that the wearers chose.
My whole life has been one long struggle to maintain control over its course, lest interests with not so gentle intentions take the reins from me; and to seize the opportunities when and where they come - case in point, this weekend and the events I aim to set in motion tomorrow, which ought to guide my life for some time to come.
But in the years I have had, I have
rarelynever seen anyone else sit up and listen, captivated by a lone blackbird singing its heart out on top of a church spire in a busy street, or look up at an evening sky turned to fire by the rays of the dying sun on the clouds.Today, it was an immense cloud of starlings in the sky. And to my amazement, nobody on the street below seemed even the slightest bit interested in the spectacle overhead. Honestly, it was as if someone had discovered how to apply a cloaking device to naked 18 year old cheerleaders, and had them marching down the road past everyone - while everyone was too wrapped up in their little lives to notice.
Life is spectacle and chaos and wonder, and if all a person can think about on their little way through life is getting that bill paid, or getting to the bookie's in time to place that next bet or getting to the pub to get a good seat in the outdoor smoking section - they walk like mundanes and they quack like mundanes. Trust me on this.
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Date: 2009-09-28 04:28 pm (UTC)I resent that that makes me mundane in your eyes.
Often I will see some small detail that catches my eye, and tell my companions if there be any, or quietly admire it. But life is too short, and I have too many plans (often silly plans, but plans nonetheless) to spend the whole day in contemplation of the world around.
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Date: 2009-09-28 10:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-29 12:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-29 04:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-29 05:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-29 05:13 am (UTC)We're all dying. Some day, for each and every one of us, the breath of life will be snuffed out. No regret; no joy; no anger; no fear.
And that is how I live. Not in preparation for that time, but simply because that is how I feel. No regret. No joy. No anger. No fear.
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Date: 2009-09-29 05:18 am (UTC)I hope it works out for you, or something.
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Date: 2009-09-29 05:56 am (UTC)That's two people I've pissed off with this post, and I am really sorry that my post has pissed you both off.
But I could not control how you feel about the things I write, any more than you could control how I feel about things other people say.
And I truly can't not write stuff if I'm always thinking "Hey, wait! What if I piss somebody off with this? I can't write this, or else I'm gonna lose their friendship!" or "Oh, I can't say this. What if some future employer finds my blog and reads this?"
Like my words. Hate them. Fear them, or loathe them. But understand that you are all on my f'list because you are my friends. And even the best of friends sometimes piss off one another, despite the best intentions.
But it doesn't stop them being friends.
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Date: 2009-09-29 06:20 am (UTC)My impression of you has changed considerably since I first friended you; this and entries very much like it have seen to that. The impression that I've formed of you is that while you are a creative, funny, and often kind person, you can also be dismayingly entitled, judgmental, and bitter, and I'm not sure if these are tendencies you've been able to observe in yourself or not. The only thing you could do to convince me otherwise is not to tell me that you are not exhibiting judgmental behavior, but to not be judgmental in the first place.
If you truly don't believe that you are being judgmental, or if you truly feel that your judgment of people whose lives and thoughts you don't know is justified...well, that's your right, and I don't begrudge you your own space in which to voice your honest thoughts. But it upsets and saddens me, and it's not something I wish to read on my friendslist.
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Date: 2009-09-29 08:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-29 08:22 am (UTC)As far as I can see that's your criteria. I definitly meet 11, don't meet 2, and am not clear if I meet 2 as they are not something you can really be self aware about.
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Date: 2009-09-29 06:03 am (UTC)moar funny pictures (http://icanhascheezburger.com)
That took me most of an afternoon and cost me £8. All for one seemingly cheap, spontaneous gag.
And now I'm aiming to embark upon a life of wandering and patrolling, of sitting in a library writing, and possibly also working out a little in the gym.
And none of this was planned.
There is nothing wrong...
Date: 2009-09-28 06:32 pm (UTC)I would kill for some time to do all that...
Re: There is nothing wrong...
Date: 2009-09-28 09:00 pm (UTC)That's why you only see them lazing around and laying about. Efficient time management. :D
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Date: 2009-09-28 07:48 pm (UTC)You know, they make tinfoil hats for that.
Tinfoil Hat
Date: 2009-09-28 09:07 pm (UTC)Re: Tinfoil Hat
Date: 2009-09-28 09:23 pm (UTC)Re: Tinfoil Hat
Date: 2009-09-28 09:39 pm (UTC)Randall Munroe said it better than I could.
Date: 2009-09-28 09:51 pm (UTC)Re: Randall Munroe said it better than I could.
Date: 2009-09-28 09:58 pm (UTC)Re: Randall Munroe said it better than I could.
Date: 2009-09-29 12:06 am (UTC)Re: Randall Munroe said it better than I could.
Date: 2009-09-29 04:51 am (UTC)How about the one person on the outside, looking at all five in that carriage and laughing?
Or the viewpoint of Randall Munroe, who drew the panel?
(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-28 10:19 pm (UTC)saw you on friendsfriends
congratulations, you will be internet famous (http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/7253107.html)
enjoy your 15 minutes
Another 15 minutes
Date: 2009-09-28 10:45 pm (UTC)I wonder. If I fed them a line from the Tao Teh Ching, would they call it "crappy school poetry" too? Probably so.
Re: Another 15 minutes
Date: 2009-09-29 12:49 am (UTC)Re: Another 15 minutes
Date: 2009-09-29 02:35 am (UTC)Re: Another 15 minutes
Date: 2009-09-29 05:04 am (UTC)And you did not respond to the question about whether or not people would respond that a line from that book would be considered nothing more than rancid schoolboy doggerel.
Fair enough, because my question was, in the first place, rhetorical.
Re: Another 15 minutes
Date: 2009-09-29 06:11 am (UTC)I hope that I am witnessing one of the best troll-jobs ever, but, if not, just give me a minute here to find you a ladder so that you can get over your pretentious, faux-thoughtful, special-snowflake self.
(The fact that you completely miss the point of the xkcd cartoon makes me think it's Ladder Time.)
Re: Another 15 minutes
Date: 2009-09-29 06:30 am (UTC)But it's still just a cartoon. It's entertainment, not Gospel.
I mean, XKCD's just this decade's Garfield / Gary Larson.
(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-29 04:47 pm (UTC)for some reason, that song resonates with me here.
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Date: 2009-09-29 08:21 am (UTC)So how is you life better than other people's lives?
(Except for the obvious fact that, like me, you have enough time on your hands to write on livejournal instead of working 14-hour-shifts in a sewing factory in Bangladesh)
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Date: 2009-09-29 02:01 pm (UTC)Some of us blend in on the outside and carry all our uniqueness inside our heads where you can't see it. Heck, there're days I walk around glassy-eyed and blank as anybody, because I'm not even paying attention to anything but my thoughts.
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Date: 2009-09-29 07:46 pm (UTC)But...that's just me. ;)