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Sunday, February 26, 2006

on the nature of people, personalities and individuality

I don't understand any of it. Is it more important to be yourself or be well liked?
"Be yourself!"
"The people who matter will like you for yourself!"
"If someone doesn't like you, that is their own loss!"
"Variety is the spice of life!"
But on Maslow's hierarchy of needs, love and esteem are before "Self Actualization" (whatever the fuck that means. Let's be honest, you don't know either, and if you do, you haven't thought hard enough). Actual physical requirements for life are first and most basic, but they are immediately followed by the positive regard of others. We need to have friends and relationships before we can self actualize. I don't know if that is the point I'm getting at, but it is a good side note.
The point I'm getting at is way too abstract to just say, so there will be an analogy. The closet gay who is a homophobe. Put yourself in that person's place. You know that you are attracted to other members of the same sex, but you also know you are not gay. You can then logically conclude that everyone has very deep down feelings of attraction for members of the same sex. You know that society can't work that way, it is impossible to conceive of a world in which all romantic pairings were between people of the same gender because we would become extinct. By simple philosophical definition, if it is impossible to imagine a functioning universe in which the proposed actions take place, then the proposed actions are inherently immoral. You dislike openly gay people, because you see them as normal people who are capitalizing on, exaggerating and exploiting a normal sensation that cannot be universally acted on. This is how I feel about people who are really weird. Openly weird. They don't even care that it is against societal norms. I don't think it is a) fair that they get to do whatever they want and I can't to whatever I want and b) moral for them to be completely disregarding the conventions that hold our society together. Are these unwritten rules there for a reason?
I guess what I really need to know is if every person is, as I believe, a unique individual with their own distinct world view, hopes, dreams, interests, etc. Or if most people are generally the same and there are only a few people with truly singular world views.
The thing about the gay scenario is that it does not reflect the world as we know it. Most people do not dislike gay people, which would imply that most people are not gay deep down and have no reason to resent these people being as they are. But it seems to me that most people do kind of resent really weird people. Is it because a lot of really weird people have irritating personalities or because everyone is just sick of hearing how "individual" they are when we all know that we are all individuals and this person is crowing about it as though they are the only one. Like someone who is so fucking stoked to have hands that they can't stop talking about it and using them to open jars and play piano and they have shirts that say things like "need a hand? I'm your man!"
It all really comes down to the skunk purse. I want one. I want to make my own skunk purse out of roadkill really really badly. Nearly everyone thinks this is a terrible idea. From what I understand, it is too far out of the norm to be accepted by people who don't already know me. It sounds as though it would result in me losing more potential friends than gaining. Although I would bet that the ones I gained would be pretty sweet. So the question remains: be yourself or be liked? Why do they have to be mutually exclusive? Are they mutually exclusive for everyone or only me? Why is it so hard for me to relate to other people.

Switching gears. I gave myself this gift, remember of doing whatever I want, but now I'm turning into an indian giver and trying to take it back. The more I do what I want to do, the less I understand other people. I don't get them and it was scary. I started feeling like I was tripping all the time, it was like waking up on a different planet and not knowing how you got there. It is just like that Talking Heads song, "You might find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile. And you might say to yourself: this is not my beautiful house."

Saturday, February 11, 2006

I fuckin' HATE money

And it doesn't seem to matter one little bit how much I hate it and don't use it and don't care about how much I have vs how much other people have. Because I still have to pay it, for everything, and because I don't care about it I get fucking shafted at every turn. Like spotting the payment on the Blockbuster movie pass thing. I don't care, sure I'll slide my card, take off 30 bucks, whatever. I then just forgot about it and so the next month 30 dollars was taken off automatically and so my little checkbook balancer was off 30, causing me to overdraw, getting a 30 dollar overdraft fee. I don't have any idea about any of this, because everything is just sent through the mail, which doesn't get to me for weeks because of my address change. So now my checkbook balancer is off by 60 dollars and I am overdrawing left and right, and my account always seems way too fucking low considering that I am constantly depositing money into it. So basically I've racked up over $150 just in overdraft fees, which I do not care about, take the 150, I've almost got it, I'll just work for somebody tonight and take care of it. But I need that to pay rent in the house I no longer live in. I just want to have a little projection sticking out of my back that says how much money I have at any given time. You can have it. Really, I do not care, I don't want it. The things I enjoy are free or super super cheap. But I can't give away money I don't have, and being in debt over something so ficticious and arbitrary as money just pisses me off and stresses me out more than I can express. I make a lot of money delivering pizza. Really, a whole lot. Way more than I need. I would love to just put it away to pay for things I do care about, like school, or give it to people who want it more than I do. But fucking retarded ass mistakes, just little things like the Blockbuster business end up using up all of my money. I spend more of this shit paying for mistakes and misunderstandings (rent in a house I don't live in?) than I do on everything I need and use, doubled. I HATE it. I hate it so much I could scream and shout and cry and hit somebody. It doesn't make any sense at all. And there is no element of human compassion either. A living person would not charge me $150 in overdraft charges without making sure I knew what was going on. A real human being with normal empathy faculties would not charge me 300/month for a hovel of a house that I was screamed at and told to move out of. Why do we have to indebt ourselves to this broken mess of a society.
Fuck it. I have library books to read and thrift store sheets to sew with my garage sale sewing machine. Free pets to watch. Thrift store string to braid.
What are other people DOING with all of this money? What could they possibly be spending it all on? I can't even begin to guess.
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