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Date:
March 24, 2002
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I am NOT Bruce
Willis
How smart is the human race? We make ourselves out to be the dominant race in the world, scaling mountains, breaking the sound barrier, and such. Boo I say to that. Slaves to our emotion, are we, hmm? In the Yoda like sense, we're fascinated with characters like that. Someone able to ARISE above our own thoughts, emotions... and stupidity. Hmph. The bird on the wire gets shot and falls from his perch... does he feel sorry for himself? No... why? Probably because he's already dead... I mean, he is only like 5 times bigger than the bullet, let's be realistic. Unless it were a duck... a duck might kick around a bit. I bet it would be pissed, tho. I can see a pissed off duck. Maybe I've been watching too much cartoons. Anyway, back to the point. The bird doesn't feel sorry for itself... why? It has no self-awareness... it sees itself as just a life form... I'm assuming this, of course. I've talked to the birds, but they have yet to learn my language (Yiddish. Just kidding). It has no concept of death, no fear. It must be nice to live like that. Life without consequences. We're the causes of the problems we create. Mankind has been obsessed with improving his/her quality of life to separate ourselves from the rest of the organisms. We're a species with a huge identity crisis. Lots of movies... LOTS OF MOVIES about Bruce Willis-like characters kicking some huge space rock's arse across the solar system? Why? Because WE CAN... or at least we can in the movies. To reference Dave Barry, I don't think we'd really send Bruce... he would want too much money... plus a portion of the asteroid. But we would blow up the asteroid because we have the power to alter the environment around us. Why? BECAUSE ITS THERE! Plus it's about to annihilate every lifeform on the planet except cockroaches and twinkies... that might have something to do with it. But a real sociologist would take no note of such "side" matters. "Bah!" he would say, spitting bits of granola bar all over his wing tips, "We would blow up the asteroid to assert dominance over our environment! Plus we like to blow stuff up." But there we go again using our superior relationship to our existence. Imagine there really was a space rock the size of Marlon Brando hurtling at us with no hope of stopping. A human being would stand there and look at it right up to the point he turned into a Krispy Creme because he KNOWS he's fucked. A BIRD would fly away. Why? He doesn't understand this... he thinks he can get away... he has HOPE (of course, we would then shoot him, but he still wouldn't care). Must be nice sometimes. Not that I think we don't have hope. Most of the human race is so bursting with optimism that we're all about to turn into Rosie O'Donnell (sp?). But life would be much simpler if we didn't understand our origins or future or even where we are now (I know I don't know where the hell I am half the time, but that's just me). But of course, it won't have that. I'm an optimist but also a realist. We need to push our boundaries. We're on a roller coaster ride and the brakes are broken. We are the only organism (obviously) that has extended beyond our planet's boundaries. But it still royally pisses off the scientists that we haven't gone farther. They'll keep sending monkeys up there (you KNOW it's a bunch of guys doing this if it involves monkeys) to say that they could... I mean, it's not like the freakin' monkey is gonna do anything useful up there. But we just wanna say that we DID it. But I digress. My point is that we divulge in our emotions too much. They're still a mystery to most of us. I mean, would you start playing with a time-bomb if you didn't know exactly what you were doing? I dunno about the rest of you, but I know that I've been screwed by over-analyzing, over-compensating, over-emotionalizing things. I'm a romantic at heart but I can understand the implications of it. I've lost friends because of it cause I let emotions get the best of me. And to overcompensate, I act stupid. I KNOW better, but my emotions get the best of me. Good intentions are of small condolences when you're actively and consciously screwing yourself over. But then, one can't keep one's emotions boxed up. A box... a shoe box? A result of a previous purchase that serves more than one function. A box is an imperfect structure. It crushes easily. Maybe we should keep them in a ball instead? But a ball rolls. What if it rolled out at the wrong time? That would be bad. But there we go trying to control things. A pyramid. Ouch. Don't step on it... that would hurt. Maybe keep them in a bottle... bottled up, easily poured out in the right amounts. But bottles break when exposed to trauma. Maybe the idea is that we can't, shouldn't, naturally don't want to keep them closed up. What are we so afraid of anyway? Clearly, if one's emotions leads to violence, our fear of harm kicks in, but aside from that, what makes us more fearful than to know someone's mind? They make us uncomfortable? Why? Especially with friends, it seems silly. I dunno about you, I'd rather know exactly someone's mind rather than be sitting there in the dark. Of course, most people, when confronted with this, will wig out. Maybe I'm alone on this. But if we're so smart, why are we slaves to such a basic problem? After all, we're traipsing around the solar system with Bruce, yet we still succumb to our basic feelings. Even Bruce loses it sometimes and blows up something and then yells at Samuel L. Jackson. And he's the savior of the world, dammit! So I say that the bird has it one up on us. He doesn't get upset. If his friends upset him, he poops on their heads (at least that's what I would do). Bu then, I LIKE emotions. I like being romantic, I like feeling. I just wish others were a bit more receptive and felt the same way. Maybe I'm alone. I could say that the bird has an empty life without much emotion, but I don't know the bird's perspective. I have no doubt that he feels love for his family, but he doesn't kill his own kind over it. Without that type of thing going on, we would be happier, peaceful, we wouldn't have FOX. Of course we all dream at one time or the other of being the hero and whomping our enemies. But then... we can't all be Bruce. -Porkchop
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