The other day i was watching a popular series for teenagers and a kid in the show (supposed to be four or five years old) asks to his supposed bimbo grand-ma after some observations : "Adults are really kissing all the time?"
and to get rid of the question she replies : "Only when they are in love!"
To me that's a common misconception a lot of people have by associating love and physical intimacy (any physical intimacy).
Tv and most of creations made to make us feel, and spend our money, teach it that simplistic way, but my beliefs are otherwise.
True love is the perfect acceptance and respect of the Being of the others ( i think most people don't know what is the Being, the true self, so they feel and live through their ego, the entity in us that is insecure, that desires and creates fears and separation, they only know the demented and always painful egoic love, but that's not the point here), true love goes without judgments, without expectations, and without desires (because it's already wanting to change the other, and get something out of him/her, it can be physical, or material, and even spiritual [as in getting a knowledge]).
To me that's a confusion on the word "love", what is spoken about in the show is plain old and primal lust, leading to sex and physical intimacy, naturally implanted in us to reproduce and allowing our race, the humans, to continue existing over time. It's not noble, it's not romantic, or pretty, it is forced on us, and lust doesn't acknowledge and respect the other, it's a simple primal drive.
So sex is ok between consenting persons (it's a passtime two, or more, persons can share, like playing tennis) but it has nothing to do with the true and lasting love we all crave for.
So shows like these implant a wrong concept in youth minds, who become dependant.
lundi 24 juin 2013
jeudi 20 juin 2013
A card from societal mentality
I'm standing up in the back of that smoky bar (it is mist and vapor rising from the pack of sweaty overheated bodies), a band is playing a soapy song and everyone is cheering, i've got my cynical smile pinned on my face but i must look amenable enough (i'm thinking) because a guy is creeping over me through the crowd, as slipery as a snake with a malicious grin behind his thick long hair, he positions himself close to me, one step farther, and pretends listening to the music.
After a while he starts talking to me, soft words coming from his sweet tongue, he creates the intimacy, he is calmly joyful, i hear about his life in another town last year and the band he formed honestly, a bass player, a real musician, we talk about our own experiences and i'm swift to reply with the same amiability, few minutes later we share greased smiles, and a little euphoria settles in that bond.
I stand straight, my hands in my pockets, i'm confident, i'm unchained, i feel he is not lying in his anecdotes, yeah i'm pretty sure he is not, and i'm not too, this is working for a real conversation.
Minutes pass, decades of minutes, this is not a counter talk, then the current band finishes his set, everybody applauds, people go outside to burn one down, and others get scattered around me and my interlocutor, we're not isolated, we're blending.
All suddenly but with the same leniency and good maneers he showed from the begining he asks me for two euros to get a cheap glass of beer, i say clearly without remorse or hesitation :
"This is a no, i don't even buy a drink for myself!",
so he bends his head in comprehension, still soft, still calm, still smiling, he backs up one step then asks again
"Don't you have a cigarette?",
again i say frankly and loud enough
"No i don't smoke!",
my attitude is convincing, i stay strong like a statue, with a sweet cunning smile, so he goes away to never be seen again.
This is not even deceptiveness, this is the common accepted mentality amongst humans, nothing is free, and any friendship (or any kind of relation imaginable) must come with benefits.
Despicable lot.
After a while he starts talking to me, soft words coming from his sweet tongue, he creates the intimacy, he is calmly joyful, i hear about his life in another town last year and the band he formed honestly, a bass player, a real musician, we talk about our own experiences and i'm swift to reply with the same amiability, few minutes later we share greased smiles, and a little euphoria settles in that bond.
I stand straight, my hands in my pockets, i'm confident, i'm unchained, i feel he is not lying in his anecdotes, yeah i'm pretty sure he is not, and i'm not too, this is working for a real conversation.
Minutes pass, decades of minutes, this is not a counter talk, then the current band finishes his set, everybody applauds, people go outside to burn one down, and others get scattered around me and my interlocutor, we're not isolated, we're blending.
All suddenly but with the same leniency and good maneers he showed from the begining he asks me for two euros to get a cheap glass of beer, i say clearly without remorse or hesitation :
"This is a no, i don't even buy a drink for myself!",
so he bends his head in comprehension, still soft, still calm, still smiling, he backs up one step then asks again
"Don't you have a cigarette?",
again i say frankly and loud enough
"No i don't smoke!",
my attitude is convincing, i stay strong like a statue, with a sweet cunning smile, so he goes away to never be seen again.
This is not even deceptiveness, this is the common accepted mentality amongst humans, nothing is free, and any friendship (or any kind of relation imaginable) must come with benefits.
Despicable lot.
mercredi 19 juin 2013
Same old, same old
All the stories, in films, in books, in songs, etc... can be summarized in three words : "Something goes wrong!" (Eckhart Tolle says it like that).
We pay to read and see those dramas (and conflicts), to get swallowed and overwhelmed by the emotions it induces, but still when we push to it in the real life, we complain, moan, and weep, and wish it would have never happened. Such irony, if nothing goes wrong there's no story to tell (is a common false thinking), but no one wants the life to go wrong, no one. So don't create dramas only because we are drenched in it over this society, face up what's happening in the present with a smile, one step at a time, and enjoy the ordinary as something beautiful because there is this capacity to sense it in all of us.
We pay to read and see those dramas (and conflicts), to get swallowed and overwhelmed by the emotions it induces, but still when we push to it in the real life, we complain, moan, and weep, and wish it would have never happened. Such irony, if nothing goes wrong there's no story to tell (is a common false thinking), but no one wants the life to go wrong, no one. So don't create dramas only because we are drenched in it over this society, face up what's happening in the present with a smile, one step at a time, and enjoy the ordinary as something beautiful because there is this capacity to sense it in all of us.
dimanche 16 juin 2013
vendredi 14 juin 2013
The Use
What's the purpose to be thin and athletic?
Not to pant climbing up stairs?! but there's elevators.
Be able to run a bike fast and far?! but there's cars.
Be able to be good at every sports? well i won't ever be a professional in any sport, i'm too scattered and i don't have the dedication, and even someone chubby can practice and enjoy some sport some times.
That body will fade without ever have been acknowledged, who thinks an old body is attractive when there's young bodies everywhere, sex is one use of a body, but apparantly all types of bodies can find their worshippers (even if that society is trying to sell us one female and one male stereotype), in the end people get assorted, or they simply succumb to the drive whatever body they have in front of them.
That body of mine is completely useless finally.
(I'm principally a spiritual entity, i write that without resentment, but for the style!)
Not to pant climbing up stairs?! but there's elevators.
Be able to run a bike fast and far?! but there's cars.
Be able to be good at every sports? well i won't ever be a professional in any sport, i'm too scattered and i don't have the dedication, and even someone chubby can practice and enjoy some sport some times.
That body will fade without ever have been acknowledged, who thinks an old body is attractive when there's young bodies everywhere, sex is one use of a body, but apparantly all types of bodies can find their worshippers (even if that society is trying to sell us one female and one male stereotype), in the end people get assorted, or they simply succumb to the drive whatever body they have in front of them.
That body of mine is completely useless finally.
(I'm principally a spiritual entity, i write that without resentment, but for the style!)
mercredi 12 juin 2013
(time to go)
I'm finally here, as i enter the tiny hall, not bigger than a bathroom, there's a window in fornt of me and i can see a yard outside, surrounded by a tall fence going on a square and stamped with different doors, to each one a bell.
On a counter i found a piece of paper with a big blue hollow arrow drawn on it and pointing through the window and accross the yard, there's also a short note, the words are kind and welcoming, telling me not to wait but to come and ring right away. That i do.
But before i can ring the door opens and she's here, tall, thin, white skin, and pale hair, wearing messy pastel clothes as she was hardly awake and quickly dressed. She sees me and has a step back, her head rolls on the side to the surprise, one second then she realizes and she jumps in my arms to give me a long hug, she keeps her composure and her lips doesn't smile, her skin is soft.
She shows me around and in the first corridor i meet the man she's living with, an indian (from india), smooth black skin and slick hair, a strong frame, he seems busy to prepare the dinner coming but welcomes me warmly, there's an hectic atmosphere but cheerful and light, there's so much stories to tell and i have to remind myself to speak in english and not in my natural french language.
The house is big and well furnished, i'm impressed, so many rooms and dead end corridors, i go around freely, chatting with the two others, then with one, and the other, but no time really to sit down, there's an event later and the meal must be ready, the house must be clean.
On my own in a corridor i kneel to arrange my belongings, she comes near me and kneel too, our hands brush one another, so i softly take hers and we stay a little moment like this, in a calm intimacy, then an uneasiness came from her and she has to leave and go back to the rush.
Dinner's ready and her parents are entering the kitchen, the woman is jovial, her body is big and round, her hair are pale, the husband is wide too with scarce black hair and a stubble, the both have the rural look, everyone is laughing generously, while the little brother plays tricks, sitting on her mother's lap.
After some time the party is over and the house is untidy again, i can't seem to notice anyone though there's this impression that the rooms are filled with strangers, but they are only friendly vapors to me, i'm searching for her, i know my time here is short and i'll have to travel back soon, i go along all the corridors and through all the doors, i recognize her own bedroom with girly stuff, cute art and pastel colors, but i'm unable to find her, the atmosphere is still cheerful and light, and my head is clear.
Finally i go outside to roam in the yard, then to the hall for inquiry (though i notice no one here), when i come back the door is closed, the house is deserted, the air is still, not a move, not a sound, and the atmosphere fell to blank.
On a counter i found a piece of paper with a big blue hollow arrow drawn on it and pointing through the window and accross the yard, there's also a short note, the words are kind and welcoming, telling me not to wait but to come and ring right away. That i do.
But before i can ring the door opens and she's here, tall, thin, white skin, and pale hair, wearing messy pastel clothes as she was hardly awake and quickly dressed. She sees me and has a step back, her head rolls on the side to the surprise, one second then she realizes and she jumps in my arms to give me a long hug, she keeps her composure and her lips doesn't smile, her skin is soft.
She shows me around and in the first corridor i meet the man she's living with, an indian (from india), smooth black skin and slick hair, a strong frame, he seems busy to prepare the dinner coming but welcomes me warmly, there's an hectic atmosphere but cheerful and light, there's so much stories to tell and i have to remind myself to speak in english and not in my natural french language.
The house is big and well furnished, i'm impressed, so many rooms and dead end corridors, i go around freely, chatting with the two others, then with one, and the other, but no time really to sit down, there's an event later and the meal must be ready, the house must be clean.
On my own in a corridor i kneel to arrange my belongings, she comes near me and kneel too, our hands brush one another, so i softly take hers and we stay a little moment like this, in a calm intimacy, then an uneasiness came from her and she has to leave and go back to the rush.
Dinner's ready and her parents are entering the kitchen, the woman is jovial, her body is big and round, her hair are pale, the husband is wide too with scarce black hair and a stubble, the both have the rural look, everyone is laughing generously, while the little brother plays tricks, sitting on her mother's lap.
After some time the party is over and the house is untidy again, i can't seem to notice anyone though there's this impression that the rooms are filled with strangers, but they are only friendly vapors to me, i'm searching for her, i know my time here is short and i'll have to travel back soon, i go along all the corridors and through all the doors, i recognize her own bedroom with girly stuff, cute art and pastel colors, but i'm unable to find her, the atmosphere is still cheerful and light, and my head is clear.
Finally i go outside to roam in the yard, then to the hall for inquiry (though i notice no one here), when i come back the door is closed, the house is deserted, the air is still, not a move, not a sound, and the atmosphere fell to blank.
lundi 10 juin 2013
Compassion
I just love to listen and study that philosophy, if this speaks to you, if you relate, i want to connect with you, sincerely.
dimanche 2 juin 2013
City trip
"Let's talk about hanging out, i also don't know how most people
experience this, going out, doing activities here and there, bumping
into a lot of strangers, saying one superficial line, or one forced
laugh, one lusty kiss, or a moment made to stop thinking [all like a
string of pearls].
I hung out two days in a row that week, with my lesbian friend, one day we walked around town then went to an irish bar (the same i already mentioned once in one of my text) to see people and bands sing and play instruments on a tiny stage, standing in the dark on the front and sipping a thick strawberry juice (well not me but ****[that's the nickname], i feel i don't have the right to order much because i'm not earning any money right now, so i keep it simple, and they didn't throw me out because i wasn't consuming any drinks in their "House"), and the second day we went to a sort of pancake factory (a restaurant) in the evening, i had all the difficulty of the world to get pass the front door, i'm still so uneasy with shops and so, the look, the atmosphere, the cry to please you insinserely and get your money, my friend had to lead to go in and she's only twenty, i'm shameful, but it all went very well once we were sitting at a table, and we talked passionately for a long time (even joking with the waiter), going out then in the night and stopping to get a coffee in a fast food on the way back [we walked a lot, my friend is young and fresh she can follow the athletic me, and she likes it, instead of always taking the easy way by the train or the bus that makes you miss all the details and interesting sights there is on a path to a destination, where you can stop and take the time to feel the moment with all your senses], we sat in front of a skating rink, on the stairs going into the building, nonchalantly, it was cold, but the warm coffee kept us cheerful [with some fries for her, and a sliced apple for me].
I think i enjoy this not in the conventional way, because i keep it to the simplest and unextraordinary side of things, i prefer this uneventful intimacy to the roar and chaos of usual entertainment places, i feel sensitive and deep, and this is how i naturally enjoy things, more deeply, more passionately, more pervertedly, and i can go farther to say that when i experience something more hectic [what the common people seek : the saucy brainless entertainment], like in the irish bar, it's still enjoyable to some extent that i now don't create any anguish in me but it's not fully satisfying because it's superficial, vulgar and not intimate at all [i mean the communications and interactions in that kind of entertainment places], so you never build something strong and lasting, and to me it leaves a taste of uselessness or unachievement, i can't deny that for now i feel it in my bones i prefer to share a nice honest evening with sincere few friends than to lose my mind like others can do [my sister] in places made for easy trips and stripped you off [money, dignity, intelligence].
I really like my seriousness, and i think i would be more entertained in an intellectual salon filled with artists and scientists than in the mess of the popular clubs, bars and restaurants of a city."
I hung out two days in a row that week, with my lesbian friend, one day we walked around town then went to an irish bar (the same i already mentioned once in one of my text) to see people and bands sing and play instruments on a tiny stage, standing in the dark on the front and sipping a thick strawberry juice (well not me but ****[that's the nickname], i feel i don't have the right to order much because i'm not earning any money right now, so i keep it simple, and they didn't throw me out because i wasn't consuming any drinks in their "House"), and the second day we went to a sort of pancake factory (a restaurant) in the evening, i had all the difficulty of the world to get pass the front door, i'm still so uneasy with shops and so, the look, the atmosphere, the cry to please you insinserely and get your money, my friend had to lead to go in and she's only twenty, i'm shameful, but it all went very well once we were sitting at a table, and we talked passionately for a long time (even joking with the waiter), going out then in the night and stopping to get a coffee in a fast food on the way back [we walked a lot, my friend is young and fresh she can follow the athletic me, and she likes it, instead of always taking the easy way by the train or the bus that makes you miss all the details and interesting sights there is on a path to a destination, where you can stop and take the time to feel the moment with all your senses], we sat in front of a skating rink, on the stairs going into the building, nonchalantly, it was cold, but the warm coffee kept us cheerful [with some fries for her, and a sliced apple for me].
I think i enjoy this not in the conventional way, because i keep it to the simplest and unextraordinary side of things, i prefer this uneventful intimacy to the roar and chaos of usual entertainment places, i feel sensitive and deep, and this is how i naturally enjoy things, more deeply, more passionately, more pervertedly, and i can go farther to say that when i experience something more hectic [what the common people seek : the saucy brainless entertainment], like in the irish bar, it's still enjoyable to some extent that i now don't create any anguish in me but it's not fully satisfying because it's superficial, vulgar and not intimate at all [i mean the communications and interactions in that kind of entertainment places], so you never build something strong and lasting, and to me it leaves a taste of uselessness or unachievement, i can't deny that for now i feel it in my bones i prefer to share a nice honest evening with sincere few friends than to lose my mind like others can do [my sister] in places made for easy trips and stripped you off [money, dignity, intelligence].
I really like my seriousness, and i think i would be more entertained in an intellectual salon filled with artists and scientists than in the mess of the popular clubs, bars and restaurants of a city."
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