When Life Hands you Lemons

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Speaking in terms of early-mid 90’s, I recently got back into some Rage Against the Machine. I got pretty obsessed with it, even going on youtube to listen to it in my Steam overlay.

I read comments on the video about Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga and how they sing about worthless things. And I agreed. Their songs, from what I heard, are about cliched love and girls.

Then I thought about how rap is all about money, sex, and shooting people.

RATM actually tries to convey their message through their music. And it’s basically, to quote a System of a Down song: “F**k the system.” And I’m more likely to take it seriously because its message isn’t so mainstream.

It’s been almost 20 years now. I still can’t believe how far music has fallen.

Actually, the past few posts have all been about music.

Well I guess it’s because

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Recently I had a few self-think sessions (I should do them more often). I realized that of all things, my greatest fear is of pain.

I am afraid of pain. Well, duh. Who isn’t, other than masochists? A few thoughts about pain crossed my mind as I was thinking. The most prominent one was this:

We don’t need pain.

Then I realized how wrong I was.

We can’t live without pain. Pain is what separates us animals from anything else. If you don’t have pain, you’re probably dead. And if you’re not dead, your nerves are dead. So you’re still partially dead.

Pain is what drives us. Pain and fear: two equally horrendous things driving our world into oblivion.

Pain turns boys into men.

speaking of turning boys into men:

War. Turns boys into men. Then kills most of them.

Fruitless.

I got 13 views yesterday, which is pretty high considering the fact that I haven’t been updating for a few weeks. Sorry about not updating. My brain has been stagnant without school.

My friends and I talk and joke (a lot) about girls I may or may not like. So this question has been running through my head for the past few weeks:

What is love? [cue music]

Now that I’ve actually thought about it, I don’t think love exists. Not in its truest or purest forms, at least. Here’s how I break it down:

Step 1: Infatuation.

This is the step that all humans go through. It’s what we call “liking” someone. It hits many of us really really hard, but leaves others of us alone. It’s not necessary for us humans to go through this step, but it is when one person “loves” someone that they may want to date/marry etc.

Step 2: Caring.

This love is what God gives unconditionally. I had to spend a lot of time thinking about God’s love and I just came to the conclusion that he cares. Parents who have kids go past the first step and right to this one.

[insert big transitional word], love doesn’t really exist. Or maybe it does exist in both of those parts. Or maybe I’m missing something because I’m close-minded like a lot of you say I am and there really is such a thing called love and I don’t know what it is because I’m socially awkward and I make a lot of enemies wherever I go because I judge too much and say things I shouldn’t.

Hrm.

Maybe I’m just paranoid.

Either way, my mind is currently in shambles because I’m running on about four hours of sleep and it’s 1:30 in the morning and I don’t plan on sleeping for another two hours and that was the third “and” I’ve used in one sentence and my phone is really weird and I wish I could stop thinking for just two seconds so I knew what it would be like to be dead for a while.

Good morning to all.

As many of you know (or don’t know), music is a pretty big part of my life. I was raised around a body of music, not necessarily because I was forced to but because I wanted to.

I was a… I was amazing, if you could put it that way. I have gifts in the area of music that others do not. By an early age, I knew this, so naturally, I became arrogant.

I developed my own strict views on music, such as what was good and what was bad. Then I classified music by those guidelines. Not much went into the “good” category.

Recently, I had done some thinking. I went back to the core. What was music? Definition #6 by dictionary.com: “any sweet, pleasing, or harmonious sounds or sound.”

By this definition, any noise is music. Everything is music to one person or another. A sweet violin melody. The rage of two pianists. The blood-chilling scream of a murder victim.

It could be the din in a mall, or the crashing of plates against the ceramic floor. Birds chirping. Keyboards clacking. Feet shuffling. Fingers cracking. Horses galloping.

Everything is music in some form.

And if it’s not, well…

It could be turned into it.

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I’ve been so swamped with finals and subsequent relaxing that I haven’t been able to keep good track of my thoughts. So I’ll throw down some ideas that I remember have crossed my mind in the recent past:

I like that Dove doesn’t use anorexic women in their commercials. I remember recently when they had an anti-toothpick-women-in-advertising campaign (to put it bluntly). I like that they’re following through with it.

Anger is, more often than not, fruitless.

Age is just a number. People mature in different rates.

College isn’t always the way to go. Of my four aunts, two uncles and my mom  (all from my mom’s side), only one of them went to college and that one uncle is making the least amount of money of them all.

/end total brain function