Earth From Above & The Problems Of Prediction

I have this philosophy in life, that maybe isn't concerned with day to day stuff like waking up or getting dressed, it is concerned with things which bore me or worry me or make me hesitant. It's sort of in two parts that are separate to each other in a way.


First Part:

I look at life in its entirety, the past makes up the present and the future is the present in my eyes too. In a sort of contradictory way I focus a lot on the present and my actions whilst taking into account the effects of my action, what made it and what will make it.

Take sex, for example, a lot of people I know adopt the attitude of "a shags a shag" which I too agree with. But I agree with it because I believe that overall in my life, if I shag some fuck ugly munter who looked like she had been attacked with a cheese grater, yeah I may get a lot of shit taken out of me, but ultimately will it effect my outcome in life, my final destination? Probably not, no ones going to come to my old people's home to visit and call me "Grater Graham" will they. Now I didn't shag that girl, and I don't know anyone who looks like that, but the point still stands. I don't give a shit about the present, yet I do give a shit about the present.

I look long-term, my brain has a way of creating thousands of different possibilities about a situation based on different decisions I make, therefore I don't need to worry about what's going to happen the next day if i do something because I already know and I don't care. I know it won't effect my long-term future so why shouldn't I do it.

So I sort of live in a prediction whilst focussing on the present, I'm sure you can understand. Of course there's the problem of prediction but I'm most usually right and when I'm wrong I learn from it and it just becomes another potential scenario. Making mistakes with things is great. I have a serious issue with being wrong, I hate it, but if I'm wrong due to ignorance or non-understanding or just not thinking that even existed, I embrace being wrong in that way.

Just like collecting stamps all your life, you think your set is complete and you are happy with it, then you find a stamp you don't have and it adds more of an aesthetic value to your collection because you know you're better off now than you were before.

Second Part:

When I'm walking somewhere and I know its going to take me a while, I just think "You're going to do it and soon you'll be sitting down thinking about this moment, and moments before this where you finished." and it makes that supposed long walk seem small because the amount of time that past between completing it and thinking about that is greater than the walk, it makes it look pathetic. Like being on the earth travelling you think its massive, then you go into space far away and look at the tiny speck that is our world and you realise how wrong you were about it being huge.

Anarchistic Thoughts

There comes a point in everyone’s life, whether it is now or in forty years, where you hit a point, whatever it may be, that always makes you think.  You will say "fuck it" and you will regret it.

That happens to me far too fucking much.

You could turn away from it, but why do that? Where’s the risk? As people we live on the edge and those who don’t long to be there they are just too afraid of failure. But as soon as you accept that failure is a part of life, that mistakes are the fuel to knowledge and life is not something you can learn about with an exam, do you suddenly acquire the freedom to release yourself from control, that prison that restricts you from doing what you really want, you enable the words “Fuck it” to escape your lips for that one moment where you honestly believe it’s the best choice and however much you regret it you know that without opening that door you would have never found out what’s behind it, and some day you’re going to open it onto a room you know you want to be in and you will never look back.

The nature of people, is not living within the boundaries because society expects you to, we have tightened the bonds on human actions so much that we have forgotten what it is like to be free, and you need to force those bonds out with such anarchistic force that soon it will return to a loose constriction that you can happily breathe with and be yourself without looks or judgements, yet it will still keep you in place where you need to be.

Society is an unfinished picture scribbled on and ruined, and sometimes the only thing to do is to rip it up and start again, until you have recreated the picture you had before without the impurities. Because the only way to make a difference is to make an abhorrent impression, and when you soon influence those impressions on others an extreme picture will form undoubtedly and you can begin to rub it out until it is beautiful again.

It’s the only way to be rid of regret, and people need to realise that. You are not changing the laws by which we live, no; you are simply broadening the horizon to make it easier to see. Sometimes anarchistic force is exactly what is needed to restore comfort in yourself.

Morning Glory

Four hours sleep, woken up by two different alarms in two different room - so I can't turn them both off in my sleep - and greeted at 8am by a room that looks like someone has tossed a couple of shit grenades into it. I feel I should explain. I have puppies and they shit and piss all the fucking time. So I clean it all up and feed her, this is not the greatest thing for someone who loathes mornings as much as the Grinch hates Christmas, then I go outside for my morning cigarette. What do they do? Not shit more, like they usually do, or fight. They continually scratch my bare legs begging for attention, I can't understand what they want passed the point of continuous stroking for around three minutes. Why is it that my other dog hates the sight of a cigarette and stays five metres away from me at all time, but my puppies seem to think its some kind of chew toy I'm withholding from them yet waving around in their faces - I don't literally wave it in their faces, secondhand smoke and all that.
I'm shattered! I have so much work to do and their constant yapping, shitting, pissing and fighting is trying my patience, which is lacking already.

A Cake Or Not A Cake?

This question about the popular Jaffa Cake has been proved irrelevant due to the recent discussion I had on a forum. This discussion revealed to me that a shocking number of Americans have never heard of a Jaffa Cake! What do they think we eat with our tea while we wear our top hats and dinner jackets speaking in funny accents? In truth we don't eat them with our tea, neither do we drink tea all day long and no one ever wears top hats anymore and dinner jackets are predicate on a dinner. But as for the funny accents you're right with that prejudice. Any way even though it was only two Americans who hadn't heard of them, it does suggest there are probably a lot more who don't know what they are as well, which is ironic seeing as all Americans are seen to be the consumers of vast amounts of food.

A Testimony To Our Lives

A dark hole, its jaws stretched wide open, gaping, waiting. People wonder where it goes, some say it leads to hell, others believe it just ends and you die, I believe that it is neither; the hole is life, the worst metaphor in this sad excuse of a world, and the biggest joke also. It doesn’t end, it keeps you in suspense and then lets you down, it is dark, cold and lonely, and the only way you can survive is on your own, it’s too thin for two people together side by side, you’ll get crushed and your bodies will paint the sides of the darkness, no one will notice, no one will care, I mean it’s not like it’s their flesh on the side so why should they. They are the problem with this sad, sadistic and detrimental society, we are all out for ourselves, we claim we understand the morals we evolved with, but in truth they have just been distorted by our sad little minds which bend around the ideas of wealth and power, but if you look carefully, even with all those superficial gifts and talents you can never be truly happy. I say being alone is the only way we can survive, and I stick by that, but because of who we are, we can never be truly happy without someone else, we were made in pairs but we can’t live in pairs, we’ve become too selfish, we covet what we see, we covet what we don’t see and we covet what we want to see. It’s not all our fault, it’s just how our brains developed, surrounded by a world in which fear is used to keep order, that fear is often abused or pushed to its very limits just so some young twat can test the boundaries a bit and feel a rush, but if it weren’t for people like that what would we be, paranoid, crippled and defenceless people with no understanding of how to live our own lives, how fucking pathetic. To think that someone could actually bring one of the most intelligent creatures we know of, cowering to their knees, shaking, like a junkie craving his crack pipe. We are a sick bunch of masochistic bastards aren’t we, and why not, what in fucks name stops us, we have the power, we have the control, we were given the pen and paper and you expect us to just sit there, no, I expect us to write, and that’s what we do, we write the shit out of it, simply because we can and there is nothing anyone can do about it. Think of this as a metaphor for life, it starts out as something plain, simple and boring, and before you know it it’s spiralled out of control into something horrifically beautiful, the perfect contrast between beauty and evil, just like a supernova, a star running out of fuel, that has the right mass, collapses in on itself and then explodes into a fiery, gaseous massive event, generating billions of degrees of heat and yet the finished picture is life, beauty and sheer utter amazement at what something can become, just like life.

Writing Posts

I'm adding a label to my blog entitled "Writing" this will just include posts which are minutely different to my standard rambling post as they have some sort of metaphor or moral by which I base on day to day things as opposed to the mindless shit that's just blunt with an obvious meaning without any need for interpretation. I love to write and this is the more imaginative rather than the opinionated writings I come up with. 

Girlfriend Problems

My friends going through a tough stage in his "Dating Life" and I felt I should blog a bit about it, just to see if this really works. 

His girlfriends a bitch - like the hight of psycho - she treats him like absolute shit all the time. Yet if you meet the guy you wouldn't understand why, seeing as he is one of the nicest most innocent people you'll ever meet. However, he's so naive which is why she walks all over him like he's her fucking doormat. Now the reason behind his naivety is his love for her, don't ask me why he loves her because I haven't got a fucking clue, and because of this love he will bend down to everything she says to him. If they argue he'll succeed and apologise because she will convince him he is in the wrong even if she was the one who caused the problem in the first place. This girl once threatened to break up with him because he lent a pair of socks to another girl! Now before you say anything about whether he loves her because she's attractive or they have great sex, neither of those explanations applies here. Although I may be a tad biased but the girl is fucking ugly, and they go for months without having sex so she can keep him on a nice leash. 

Now, recently he has become very good friends with another young lady, who I myself have no problem with. Very attractive, unlike his current girlfriend, and a girl with good intentions. Now he has always said that his girlfriend makes him happy, but, with this friend of his I believe he has started to get feelings of real happiness. Bear in mind this is the first serious relationship he has ever had and he is likely to believe this is how relationships are, no wonder what with all the scum relationships we absorb into on television everyday. Now these feelings of happiness, I believe, have caused him to develop feelings for this girl and made him start to subconsciously question the happiness he experiences with his girlfriend. Yesterday he shared a bed with this girl and another friend and he admitted to me that he was sexually attracted to her and wanted to fuck her. He told his girlfriend the next day that he shared a bed with her and drove her to the airport the next day. 

Now yes I know what he did may be perceived as unorthodox behaviour for a guy in a relationship, but she knows him and I know him, and we both know that he would have never done anything with the girl therefore it was completely innocent; after all it wasn't only them, there was another friend in the bed too. Obviously the girlfriend goes mental and says 4 things:

1. You are never to be alone with her again.
2. You are never to speak to her again.
3. You are never to drive her anywhere again.
4. If you do any of these things I will break up with you.

Now I know this girl, she's as simple as the complex ones come, she is afraid. 

When playing poker, I find myself looking down at the flop there's an Ace of hearts a 4 of hearts and a 5 of clubs. On the turn there was a King of diamonds, and a 5 of hearts off the river. I'm holding a 2 and 4 of spades. I'm also looking at this guys bet, £10,000. I look up at him. It's only me and him in the hand at this point. Now, most poker players can look at that and realise he's either got a fucking good hand or he's shit at poker. Now this guys isn't shit, I know this guy. I look at my chips, I've got close to £14,500. Theres £50,000 in the pot, ten of which is mine. I go all in. Hoping that he folds because he hasn't got enough to match my bet so he'd have to go in too. I want him to think I've got a straight flush. After all, I've been pretty confident in the game, why should he expect that I've only got a lousy pair of fours. I said I knew this guy, well he knows me, and he's lost to me before. He knows I only bet big when I know I'm going to win. Now he thinks I'm going to win, the whole table does, it's expected of me. 

My friend is the one holding the pair of aces and his girlfriend is betting big on a pair of fours. I said she was scared, now what I'm waiting on now is my mate to make his bet, I've been talking with him about it all day. He doesn't know what to do of course, he loves her but he's realised that of late she's been driving him up the fucking pole. But he's realising it at least, see before he never saw it he thought she was always right and anything his friends said was just an attempt to sabotage their relationship because we all hate her. But he's realising it. But he's scared of the pain he will endure if he breaks up with her. So I said:

"Pain is a natural occurrence in life in my opinion, you can't ever escape from it. I'd rather break my arm than have a tiny hammer peck at it constantly causing mild pain until finally it weakens the arm enough that it breaks anyway."

In the long term he's going to experience pain whatever the choice he chooses is, but in my mind the benefits of leaving her outweigh the benefits of staying with her. He can't start to feel happiness when with her now, not after experiencing true happiness with this other girl. 


He's in a tricky situation. If it were down to me I'd just dump the bitch and shag the other girl if that's what made me happy.  

Tsunami In Japan

Okay, so I've got this view for all the God-botherers who are being hassled by Atheist who say the tsunami is proof for God not existing - I am an Atheist so I don't think that counts as being biased if I'm going against them.

In my opinion the tsunami is a massive tragedy of course so many people died and respects go out to all of those who died or were affected in any way by this disaster, but the problem with us is that we are so selfish! Human's see themselves as the greatest beings on this earth - that's a topic for another day - and just because some of them get killed we all start talking about nature pejoratively.

The fact is, is that we need our plate tectonics to shift which will cause earthquakes which will cause tsunami's when occurring underwater, if we had no plate tectonics we would not exist. Which would you prefer: a life without a load of Japanese people that barely make up a percentage of our vast total population, or no life at all (and with this I am appealing to the inherent selfish beliefs we all have)

"An absence of plate tectonics would indicate that the planet is geologically inactive from the lack of heat from inside the planet. This would mean that the atmosphere, along with surface water would not exist due to the lack of shielding from solar radiation, which is provided by the magnetosphere, which is powered by the spinning of molten material in the planet's core. Mountains and active volcanism would not be present as these are generally the result of plate tectonics. Any life as we know it, if it existed, would probably be located under the surface." - Answers.com

So I hate to say it but these deaths are simply collateral damage from natures activity, and without that activity we would not exist. So all you atheists who claim this to be proof of no God, regrettably you are wrong seeing as the way nature works is sort of the proof bible bashers cling to.

Of course people are going to be offended by this and ask "Why don't you have any compassion, you wanker?" but in truth I'd rather lose your respect than the respect of the people I see on a day to day basis. Also, your comments are going to be much more interesting than those people I know - out of which only a handful come close to being classed as an intellectual - so voice your opinion please, I will welcome your similarly verbose comments with open arms.