Alcohol

Alcohol, that's right I’m writing about alcohol before weed. Since I drank beer before I smoked a joint I only see it fit to have my blog do the same. I find it so strange that something can have such a negative effect on my life and yet I love it. Now, I’m no alcoholic. But holly shit have I known some. I think if you live life to a certain point your bound to befriend one. Maybe without even knowing it.

I grew up with alcohol around me. This isn’t that far off from most families in America. In fact I’d say it is the norm.

I really think the fact that I don’t abuse the liquor has a lot to do with my parents. You see they didn’t hide it from me. In fact the first beer I ever drank was with my Dad. One time I was really upset about something (I can’t really remember what it was about) and I ask my mom if I could have a beer and my mom told me no. She said that I can’t drink to relieve any kind of pain. I am just now truly applying that to my life.

One of the saddest things you could see is a big fat guy at a bar drinking his memories away. What is with alcohol being an escape? I see it time and time again. There is something abut alcohol that really sticks with people who are trying to forget. For me I’m spending to much time to remember anything long term. I don’t see the point of forgetting.

But hey I’m not judging. I have no clue what its like to truly be a drunk. And I have no idea what their life was like.

For me it’s one of the most fun drugs you can use. I love to throw down shots of tequila and actually have a good time. Because when everyone else is drunk and you aren’t it fucking sucks. Plus I’m still at that age where it’s still okay to do stupid shit when your drunk. I try not to break shit and I don’t hurt anyone. I just sometimes like to put on a banana suit and start trying to do karate moves. Nothing wrong with that.

And you don’t get addicted right away. It really takes a certain personality to become an alcoholic. Like I said there’s just some people who are drawn to the drink. And is always the most depressed people. But the alcohol doesn’t help, it just makes them more depressed. Not to mention the people around them. It’s such stupid cycle.

It’s really not about health for me. Well, it is for myself. But what it comes down to is if you want to fuck up you body go ahead. But you’ve got to understand that shit thats bad for your body is bad for a reason. No one should want to live that life of being constantly unhappy except for those few hours when your really wasted.

Look I think you get the point of this blog. Go have a fucking awesome night out. But when your always looking for that escape just know thats not a good thing. And listen I know that I’m saying shit people have said before. And I’m not trying to preach. I’m just trying to say that I don’t get it.

If you’ve noticed these blogs are usually indecisive. I’ll explain why when we get to that topic.

Happiness

The importance of happiness can’t be stressed enough by nearly everyone on earth. But does that mean “if it feels good do it”? Not at all. A lot of the time what feels good can be bad for you. Drugs, gambling, masturbating, Oreos, they all have a chance at being addicting. So where does true happiness come from? Within?

“True happiness comes from within.” Now what the fuck does that mean? Where did the phrase come from? A quick google search came up with nothing. But let’s think about that word within. It makes it sound like you have to literally squeeze the happiness out of yourself. But maybe that's it. Well, not literally. True happiness must already be inside you. You just have to unlock it somehow.

So what is true happiness? Technically happiness usually comes from the chemical serotonin in you brain. But all you MDMA users already know that. Now that brings up a good point. By using drugs to make you happy are you then achieving true happiness? I would say no. But by definition I guess the answer would be yes.

You see anything that causes instant gratification can make you happy but it wont stay that way. You can jack off all you want. But real soon your cum is going to be all watery and it really wont feel as good as the first time of the day.

So I guess we shouldn’t just be looking for true happiness. We really should be looking for sustaining happiness. How can you feel good about your self more consistently during the day?

Well, there isn’t just one answer to that. But I’m sure you’ve heard them all before. Sunshine, a clean living environment, and heathy food are all great. But you didn’t start reading this mess of words to read some shit you’ve heard your whole life.

What do I think?

Fuck man, if you for some reason thought I might actually have an answer here. I’ll tell you now, I don’t (but you should know that).

You see no one has the answer to sustaining happiness except for yourself. No one knows how you feel. How could they? If you’ve ever been depressed like I have. You know that no one can tell you that they know how you feel. They will never be you and you will never be them.

So you have to ask yourself. You have to find your answer.

You have to really look at your life and ask yourself what really making you unhappy. Then you need to change that to a positive. It’s no easy task. But you can fucking do it. So maybe true happiness does come from within. Just not as you’d expect.

And look maybe all of this shit is me talking out of my ass and none of it makes any sense. At least writing it made me feel happy about myself. And thats all I really care about. That’s the only reason I started this damn thing anyway. It’s not really for you, it’s for me. But thanks for reading anyway.

Justice

Can we ever truly achieve justice? At what point is it right to punish the wrong? I’ve been thinking about that a lot this past week. I mean, there's always the obvious question of the death penalty. But even in it’s simplest form criminal punishment always brings up those questions.

So let’s start of by asking how justice really works in our society. If you’ve been caught shoplifting (which I have). They slap you with a fine and community service. Now say you get caught again with in a year. Obviously something is wrong here. If you didn’t learn your lesson the first time who’s to say you wont do it again and again? So we send your ass off to jail. Only hold on wait your now a person with a criminal mind, off to a place with more fucked up and angry criminal minds.

So now your leaving prison as a man/woman who feels like the system has fucked them over. Plus the whole time you were in jail you spent all your time talking to fucked up insane people. Your whole perception of the world must be completely different from when you went in. I don’t really see how this problem got solved.

Now let me just take a moment to clear the air. I understand that in some cases jail time really has turned some people around. It always makes me feel good when I meet a well adjusted person who’s gone through that system. But let’s be honest, a vast majority of the people in prison will be right back there. Sometimes for something even worse.

You can also say that people can fall back into bad patterns when they come back to their life with the same bad people. But I can go on and on about the problems.

What I don’t see is a solution.

Here’s a mostly not serious solution. How about we just take a huge chunk out of Mexico. You know not the coast line. Let them keep their tourism. Then we let all the mexican people into the US of A or to the place of their choice. I’m sure their would be a few old people set in their ways. But who cares fuck them, they’re fucking up my solution. Blow up the cocksuckers for all I care (note if you’re reading this you should know how to tell if someone is serious or not).

So bam, we’ve got a big empty space in Mexico. Now you take all the violent offenders, child molesters, mob bosses, psychopaths, and drug lords and fucking deport their ass. And while your at it take all the sunscreen out of the place. Let them fry.

That’s two problems solved. Nobel prize please.

Then what we’ll have is a relatively easy to control prison system. No one gets let out early and we save a shit load of money on taxes.

I don’t really think their could possibly be a system that rehabilitates at one-hundred percent success rate. But I do know that it will get worse before it gets better.

Mind

We do not know how the brain works. It is beyond us. Yet it is us. Or is it? Are we nothing but predetermined amounts of chemicals flowing through our head telling us how to feel? Or does your life experiences shape who you are?

I have no fucking clue.

We go through life with three basic instincts. We all need to sleep eat and fuck. And if you don’t want to do one of those things you should really see a doctor. We need that instinct to survive. But those instincts will only get you so far through life. You need to work. Otherwise you’ll waste your life, having nothing to show for the 90 or so years you lived on earth. You need to be happy. It’s unhealthy not to be. (That’s too big of a topic to go on about I’ll cover it at a later time.) And you should be good to others. Just don’t go through life being an asshole. People will treat you well if you treat them well. You should know that.

Think about this. Almost every animal has a brain. And none of them can rationalize their existence except for us. Our oddly large cerebral cortex is to blame for that. That means a dog will never think about why he/she is on this earth. And thats why they can live in the moment like they do. I am always envious of dogs. Those little fucking assholes just sleeping away their short little lives.

So is that what makes us human? The ability to feel, to rationalize, to be individual.

Again a question I have no answer to.

I can tell you this. In my life (which hasn’t been that long) I have been effected by many of my choices. Many bad and some good. But if I didn’t have any of the bad shit happen I would have never felt like the good was any good at all. That may be the reason a lot of pretty girls are bitches (not all of them ladies, chill out). Think about every time you met a spoiled little rich kid. Every one of them is a complete dick and will probably end up being a very unhappy person when they get older. I know I had some of that when I was a kid. And it made me very materialistic at a young age. I’m sure some of you can look back at your life and see how much of a little asshole you were.

I guess I can conclude with this. You are who you are. You can’t change that. If you change your appearance, hell even your sex. No matter what you do you will have lived your life in one though line. You can’t change what you’ve seen or experienced. Ok so you can get brain damage and forget you whole life. But whatever I’m trying to make a point here. You fuck.

Look we may never know what truly makes us tick. But we do know that we are here on this planet and we are human. And that’s pretty fucking cool.

Judgement

I always spend time thinking about what’s wrong with people. I never stop to think about whats wrong with me. Look at me I’m poor, stinky, and a complete cynical asshole. You see when your living in this body you see everything in your own way. What I mean by that is you never can never look at the world threw another persons eyes.

But isn’t that what we need. Is there some way we can view ourselves the way other perceive us? Just by doing that I think the we could change the whole world. If people could just know what everyone else is thinking about them maybe we’d have less douchbags.

Think about what an amazing invention that would be. If we could somehow download this persons feelings and memories into our own brain. We would be much more understanding when the cashier types in the code for the expensive grapes instead of the discounted one you picked out. And maybe the cashier himself will feel fine about it when you ask him to correct his mistake. And maybe that guy behind you in line will hang up his cell phone and take the rest of the call outside. Then what we have is an honest society. Unlike what we have now.

Or it would totally fuck up our brains and we could start running around like crazy people, murdering each other.

But it’s a very human thing, to judge.

I see hipsters walking down the street. Instantly I judge him. But what if this guys a cool guy? What if he’s into the exact same shit as me? That is possible isn’t it. That two people who dress and present themselves in completely different ways could be relatively the same person. So what should I go talk to this dude? No, you would look like a fucking crazy person. “Hi I just want to let you know I think you look like a complete fucking douchebag but we might have some shit in common”. At that point you might as well just ask him to let you suck his dick cuz at least it would be an interesting story for his friends. Unless he’s gay. But at that point what’s the worst that could happen? You go around the corner suck his dick and he squirts in your eye. Few weeks later when you have herpes in your eye you’ll have an interesting story for your friends.

Anyway, like I was saying you never know what other peoples lives are like. So you’ll never be able to correctly jude someone. So you shouldn’t. And I know I’m more guilty of this than anyone. And no offense but you are too.

Why is that? Why must we always look at other people as the problem? What we should be doing is looking at our selves and asking our selves. Am I’m doing the right thing? Am I living my life in a good way? Am I good to others? Am I doing the best I can do?

Now that’s an interesting question. Am I doing the best I can do? I’m sure most of us at least are trying. Is trying the best really doing the best? Now I confused myself.

Let’s end this so let’s end this before I totally mess up your heads.

I’ll just end with this. The next time you look at the way someone presents themselves stop and think about how you must seem to them.