Friday, June 29, 2007

He "Can't Fuck a Brain"

Just recently I had a conversation with a few guy friends about what men and women find attractive in the opposite sex. Not surprisingly, they ended up laughing at the fact that some girls actually find intelligence attractive in men. As animated as this conversation was at first, it turned out to be quite a frustrating one in the end.

Eventually they started mentioning names of people they found attractive, and it just so happened that I knew a few of those people so I openly acknowledged the fact that those girls were very smart too.

The response? I’m sure you’ve seen the title of this Blog entry, and therefore have no need to wonder what reaction I got. I give him credit for being honest at most.

It is hard to ignore the fact that people can be so superficial, and I do not only mean this about men. Why can’t people look beyond the physical and appreciate others for their perceptions or individuality, instead of constantly thinking about sex?

I’m not saying that I am not attracted by good looks or a great body, but what I am trying to say is that you can like someone for their physical and mental attributes. These things are relative, not absolute: meaning you can actually be good looking, charming, and intelligent all at once.

It's disappointing that there are people who are that shallow, or pretend to be that shallow around their friends. Hopefully nature ebbs the remaining monkey brain cells next time humans evolve. Maybe then people would start thinking less like animals.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Feeble Endeavors of the Intellectually Constipated

I've been wondering a lot about people lately. Why is it that everyone wants to get a piece of everyone else’s life? Why can’t people mind their own goddamn business, or manage their own miserable lives instead of prying into the lives of others?

If you’re human, you probably understand exactly what my point is in writing this Blog entry. If you don’t, then please crawl back into your hole 'til someone beats the ignorance out of you. Coz uh, REALITY CHECK: the people of the world are pretty pathetic. I will not exclude myself. We all have our moments. But let's focus on the ones who are more consistently dense.

Like a few months ago there was this Christian lady with her Holy Crusade who was trying to get Harry Potter books banned in all public schools in the States. According to her, those books were the cause of the Columbine shootings and the Virginia Tech massacre.

It’s not really the banning of the books that bothered me, but her lame attempts to be a bible-thumping frickin’ hero. Because if you look at it logically, Harry Potter books have gotten millions or even billions of kids to read who probably would not have read in the first place. Now if kids can’t tell the difference between fiction and reality, then their parents obviously are not raising them the way they should. But what ticks me even more is the fact that this nut job of a Christian admittedly has not even read any of the books. How perverse is that?

My point has been made. We encounter people like this every single day. I’ve realized lately that I’ve been dealing with them the wrong way. Getting annoyed won’t do anything. And insulting them won’t alter the circumstances, so we might as well recognize what these people are made for: simply for the amusement of the more intellectually fortunate people like us...

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Freshies meet senior.

Everyone’s so morbid today. What is it with people? Like some of the freshies in my school for instance, instead of trying to socialize and actually make them selves known when the opportunity presents itself, they would rather desperately avoid your gaze by staring blankly at the oh-so-interesting white board – which was blank, in case you were wondering.

Not that I care if they talk to me or not, but things like this make me wonder about freshies. And I had this idea that if their group- the freshies’ race- was permanent (meaning they all stay that way for good), they’d all go extinct.

This concludes my observation for the day.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

The Future

I constantly wonder what will happen to me in the future. It bugs me that my life has no apparent direction so far. Here I go speculating again. As far as I know (and possibly a lot of other people too) we’re supposed to graduate from high school, find something we’re interested in to pursue in a university, pass all our classes, and then get kicked into the real world. Well, that doesn’t sound very fun at all, does it?

I feel like I’m venturing into the unknown. It’s thrilling in a way, but the thought of the real world never fails to scare me. I feel helpless, like somehow it’s going to be me against the world; and lately the world is looking particularly cruel.

Not that I don’t know what I want in life, coz I have a somewhat hazy idea of what I want to do for a living, but my thoughts seem more focused on what happens if I don’t get there. What do I have to fall back on? Everything else just seems to bore me. And mind you, I get bored very easily.

It's just absurd how things always seem to turn out differently from how we expect them to be. Nothing is ever really certain, and that takes away a lot of my sense of security for the future. Hopefully things turn out the way I'd like them to, but for now I can only speculate and work harder towards what I want... And hope that everything will be OK.

A Glimpse of Reality

What is destiny? From the way people talk about it, it's as if there's this airborne force attracting one being to another. Destined for each other: how cliche is that? I don't know how many times I've heard people talk about destiny, but if I got a cent for every single time the topic was adopted I'd be an extremely rich woman.

What's my point anyway? Well lately I realized something. You're going to have to deal with my beating-around-the-bush though, before I get to my actual point. I'm sure everyone is aware of that idealistic view or perception of "the one." To sound less like a cheeseball, lets use another term: our "type." I would define a "type" as an ideal or a set standard for a possible mate. Yes, mate: like the National Geographic kind.

So we all have a type. Well I always had this standard set in my mind. I've always known what I wanted, or what kind of person I wanted. Then I met someone who fit exactly into my set standards. He was exactly my "type." But there was no attraction at all, whatsoever. And I realized that my "type" is not my type at all. And upon bringing this up with other people, I discovered that I was not the only one who felt this way.

Now my question is, do we even have a say in all this attraction mumbo jumbo? Or is it the work of that airborne force called destiny? Am I destined to fall in love with some blockhead from high school and have 23 kids? Not likely. I think it's a misunderstanding of our own judgment that causes these things to happen. Our perception is clouded by what we want to believe is ideal for us, and all the while we're unaware of what it is we actually want. And then when it so happens that we DO get what we want, we don't want it anymore. Typical, of course: we are insatiable human beings.

Anyhow, I don't believe in destiny. According to this documentary I watched, all existing things and feelings, etc are made of energy, and energy can be manipulated by will of mind according to the law of attraction. And therefore, we determine our own fate or destiny by willing it in our minds. It makes sense if you actually think about it, and if you do the research or watch the documentary (Get it: The Secret).

So maybe optimism isn't so bad. Maybe whoever introduced that point of view had something going for him/her. Funny how things work out, and how reality can bite you in the ass.