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Considering all my previous posts on the Stoics and my disagreements with the belief of apathy, I suppose I should consider it ironic that I’ve had my emotions stripped from me by aforementioned Deathmeds.

I don’t actually have much to say about it, but it’s an absolutely unusual feeling; feeling no feelings.  I keep getting in trouble with the people around me for using the term “I don’t care” and inadvertently giving off the impression of “I don’t give a fuck, go away, not interested, not listening”, whereas it’s more of a “I feel nothing about [whatever]”.

It’s awkward, socially, trying to be in any social situations.  I had a weekend where I was confronted with one friends fathers’ death, my other friends new baby boy and my sisters wedding, and broke up with my girl of 6 years all at once and was flooded with expectations of various emotions: “how are you?” “are you enjoying this?” “that must be so terrible” “you must have been so glad to see him” etc etc and was trying to keep my opinions (or lack, thereof) as quiet as possible, as I’m sure in all of these situations, no one wants to hear that I have decidedly no interest in it whatsoever.  What makes it dig in deeper, for those I have talked to about it, is that I don’t even care how bad it is for them.

The breaking up is the most challenging one to deal with.  The others were simply just a matter of attending and keeping my mouth shut for a few hours, but breaking up is still affecting me now.  See, I didn’t do it for want to hurt her, but I did it because I fell out of love with her, or at least I thought I did.  This was before I even realised that I had become like this; I’m not even entirely sure how long I’ve lost my emotions for now.  I couldn’t honestly say, because I can’t remember what they feel like, so I can’t recall the last time feeling them.  What I’m going to do about her is now a mystery to me, a great problem, as she is someone who I envisioned spending my life with, and now is someone who is no different than any others to me, all because of this.  The question would be whether this all returns to normal, if/when my emotions return, but then also whether or not she would even want to, after how much she says I’ve hurt her.

So, how do I deal with a problem that I’m well aware of, but can’t fix and, by definition, I don’t even care about fixing?  Well, my plan right now is to try to remember.  I figure that I don’t care now, but with emotions returned, I will care.  I will feel.  But it will be too late, it’ll have all passed me by.  So I’m trying to just pay attention and remember all the small details, to keep my mouth shut and try to avoid causing problems, to just make sure that when I can give a damn again, I know what it is I care about, even if it is in the past.

Deathmeds.  Scary sounding, eh?  The name is worse off than the meds themselves, as I’ve named them that due to my fear of the mandatory blood jags I need to get for being on them (as I’m mortally phobic of jags), but not to say that they’re happy pills, especially mixed with my heaps of painkillers and other meds I’m on.

See, the Deathmeds are for my tourettes; the idea is that if they cure/help deal with the tics, that (assuming my N24 is a co-morbidity of the underlying tourettes) that my sleep will be improved, and with that my general health and wellbeing, as well as managing to fix my college attendance and give me back to the confidence to work without worrying about bad sleep or vertigo creeping up.

Now the problem I’m having with the meds is that they have a plethora of nasty side effects; they’re actually anti-psychotics that (for whatever reason) help with the tics.  They have a list of brain related problems (seizures, coma etc) but can also kill my liver (which is why I need regular bloods) which is much more likely because I’m on so many painkillers as well.

Painkillers you might ask?  Aye, I broke my ribs about 9 months ago.  Not so bad in itself, but with my tics the ribs are getting no chance to heal properly and have re-broken more than a dozen times since the original break, which has had me on pretty strong painkillers the entire time, so if my liver is intact anymore, it’ll be a miracle.

Now, why am I telling you all of this?  It’s not just fishing for sympathy, but to understand what’s going on next week, as I’m due back at the neuro clinic again for anotehr consultation and I’m curious what’s going to happen.  I’ve been on melatonin and a lightbox this time on top of all these meds that are both helping and hurting, but the problem is that if none of this helps my sleep, there’s a very real chance that the Doctor isn’t going to have a new plan for me, which will leave me completely screwed for next year.  Last year I was in college less than ten days the second semester and nearly failed due to not getting the graded unit brief until the day before the deadline, and next year will be more intense; if my sleep is as bad as this year, I’ll be in serious trouble.  Especially when I come off my meds, my head’ll probably explode because I’ll be lucid for the first time in a year, which is a trippy and scary thought.

Anyhoo, the Deathmeds.  The dilemna.  They are helping my tics, impressively enough.  They’ve not cleared them away completely, but (shy of a huge coincidence) have done a great job of keeping them manageable.  The problem is that I can definitely feel the side effects; it screws with my head and I’m getting involuntary spasms (ironic, eh?  Replace tics with spasms…) and I swear my emotions are getting duller by the day.  Also, I missed a dose one day and I was absolutely floored by tics for two days and cracked my ribs again; it’s almost as if the tics are still there, still building up, but it’s just easier to ignore them.

So, what happens when my tolerance builds up or I have to come off them?  Will the side-effects vanish?  Will my tics start hitting me again?  Will everything jus return to normal?  Higher doses are an option, but they’re already causing liver damage and getting even more could be problematic, and if the side effects worsen I don’t even know what to do.  So I’m screwed; I can’t decide what’s worse anymore, coming off or getting on more.  The big decision factor is also squinted by the fact that they’re doing basically nothing to directly help my sleep, but it’s nice to have the tics reduced as well.  I can certainly appreciate being tic-free(ish) for a while, considering how painful they can be, especially considering my broken ribs.

See, I never noticed before, but after being on painkillers for six months, I came off them for a week and got battered rotten with how sore the tics were;I’ve no idea how I managed to live the first two decades of my life in this much pain, so I’m terrified of coming off my painkillers as well as the deathmeds, by this stage I’m hangin’ on by threads will so many meds doin’ so much at once, it’s crazy.

Anyhoo, why have I been sayin’ all this?  Well, I had a double dose of meds last night and am pretty high right now, as well as being wonderingy about what’s going to go down the next week.  There’s no real purpose at all to this post, but I just fancied getting it off my chest a bit; s’what I made this blog for after all.

I swear my next post will be something more substantial than just my stoned rambling about what’ll happen next week!

Christ, s’been some time now since I’ve posted in my CoT blog.  I last posted, I believe, when I was working in Arran, but got pretty swamped there with more and more work hours, then got into college after that.  The summer after that I was off into Ohio for holiday, then back at college all the past year again.  But now, after a great year in college (well, shite if you look at my attendance and sleep problems, but fantastic if you look at my work and how much fun it was despite all the shite) I’ve been working on a summer project.  Since I’m doing 3D Animation in college and was working Games Development last year, I view my summer project as pretty relevant, at least enough for me to toss it on my CV and use it as port folio work!  The project is to use some game making software that fills in the blanks in my knowledge (the coding, scripting etc) and let me focus on putting it all together, getting graphics and story built up.  It’s mainly for fun, but I figure it’s relevant enough to have!

Anyhoo, being software that has a lot of forums for, for showing off projects, getting people to playtest and criticise it as well as work as a team member and help out, I eventually got sick of updating multiple forums at once, so I decided to make a central hub on blog to direct all the forums to; and then suddenly remembered all over again that this blog was here.  Since I’m free and using WP as regularly for my project, I’ve got no excuse to fall behind on this blog again, and feel that it’s about damn time I get back on this again 🙂

For my college work I need to get involved in a lot of gaming culture podcasts and articles, and was just given this to read over:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/2010/dec/01/women-can-be-real-gamers

I gotta say, I’m some kind of aggravated with that crock of crap.  I hope that women in general don’t look at things in such a narrow-minded, feminist point of view because that’s all complete shite.

Anyone who doesn’t feel like reading it over, it basically surmises to her sayin’ that people don’t think women can be real gamers, in the same sense that males can, becasue typically females choose casual/arcade games as their gaming choice.  She’s then sayin’ that people don’t recognise casual/arcade games as “real” games BECAUSE women play them.

I hate feminists.  Why?  Because about 75% of sexism claims these days come from somewhere where there was never a problem until a feminist walks in the room and decides to claim that someone or something is sexist and makes some whole dramatic fiasco over it until a fat cheque gets written and any male is punished.  I know that’s a pretty shallow interpretation since there actually is sexism out there, but it’s like an earlier post of mine about racism; it still does exist, but the fact that you get people running around whining about it and imagining it around every corner really doesn’t help folk take it seriously.

Anyhoo, back on track!  Games like Farmville, Solitaire, Chess and any other casual/arcade game that only eats up 20 mins of your time isn’t considered a real “game” in the grander sense of the meaning.  Sure, it’s technically a game, but people don’t really respect it as a game because of it’s purpose; it’s there as a cheap, easy alternative to your time to entertain you when you’re only half focussed on it and want something to do for 20 mins.  A real “game” by the modern definition would be the games typically found on consoles or downloadable PC software because they were made with the intention of being played fully by someone who will be absolutely absorbed by it and driven by it and want to play it again after they switch it off.  We don’t consider games like Farmville a sub-species because women play it, but because they’re just not the same thing.  It could be an entirely male playerbase and they would still be considered a sub-species of the gaming world.

Fun fact: about 30~50% of players in most MMOs are female and no one alive can dispute the validity of MMOs as being a real game, especially when you have 10 million accounts across the world.  Notice how the feminist comments and the post itself seemed to utterly neglect this fact?  Even console games still get played by females.  My fiancae has spent days sitting next to me at my xBox firing into whatever game we could find, including shooters and has one of her own.  Does that mean that we don’t play real games, that I’m not a real gamer because I play her games, or that she’s not a real woman?  None of the above, it simply means that everything in that post was propaganda and feminist crap.

Ok, so the comment about advertising games to males and makeup and soap products to females (and to anyone who might question me saying as low as 30% of MMO playerbases are female), well what should be pretty obvious, no?  Sexism aside, males do play games more than females.  Fact.  It’s like saying that there are more male firemen than females, or more female secretaries with nice smiles and voices than big hairy men.  Just something you have to accept.  Sure, skirts are not worn by men, just the same as blouses are not worn by men.  That’s nothing to do with anything female being derogatory, it’s just to do with the fact that female clothes are designed solely for females, whereas male clothing are designed to be simpler and more generic, therefore can be easily worn by either gender.  There are transvestites out there in the world, but you don’t see skirts and makeup being marketed towards males, do you?  Similiarly, females do play games, but the advertising campaign is still directed at males because more males than females play games, and enough females would rather clothes and [whatever their recreational preferences] over games, therefore spending money marketing to females wouldn’t be as profitable.  It’s called the demographic and simply put; females are not a large gaming demographic and as such will not receive the same marketing attention.  It’s nothing sexist, it’s just the same reason they don’t try to sell crickets and locusts to feed your pet cats and dogs.  That’s a food source much preferred by reptiles than our furry companions.

/end rant

Octobitphobia

oct·o·bit-pho·bi·a [ok-toh-biht-foh-bee-uh]

-noun

A pathological fear of 8 to 36 bit imagery

An abnormal fear or loathing of visuals in low quality

An extreme prejudice against graphics with less than two mexapixels

-Related forms

oct-o-bit-pho-bic, adjective

Sound familiar? Maybe you know someone who’s afflicted with this seemingly incurable condition?

Fact is, that people seem to either have it or not, and there’s little that can be done to change the opinions of either; it’s a complete segregation of the gaming community. The people who care first and foremost about gameplay, story and gaming experience, and the people who care first about how pretty the game looks, regardless whether it’s fun or jus’ a glorified ping pong game.

Back in the days when games were first being made, graphic designers of the games tried to put forth an eye-pleasing game, but it really wasn’t the prime concern, knowin’ how strict their limits were. So to settle this, they instead focussed on creating fun, innovative games. They’d do what they could to conjure up interesting, new ideas to make a game challenging and fun, to continue keeping people buying them. By the time they got to 16 and 36 bit images and were pulling out more complex RPGs (everyone knows Final Fantasy) they began to involve deep stories into games to add the extra element. They did continue working graphics, but they were still pretty stuck to what they had, so it never was the main project.

Enter the dawn of advanced graphics and 3d gaming visuals. Suddenly, there’s a mass rush to create the fanciest looking game and be the publisher/designer/console with the most hardcore graphics base out there….but all those other wee details that make a game got flung into the back seat and nigh forgotten about. Games get screwed over with repeat sequels and hours of funless eye-candy as the dev’s stopped caring about how good a game actually is on the inside.

First impression for the non-phobics would be “What the fuck jus’ happened? My games jus’ got crap!” and would inevitably return to their old favourites, thinkin’ that the dev’s would catch on and return to the ways of old….little did they realise that the graphics madness was more than just a fad; people actually bought into it…hard.

Going through game review sites and reading player-written reviews of old classics reads such things like “just little block people; not even a real game” &; “Didn’t even finish the first level after I saw it”.

Who needs to read the script and get involved with a game and learn the mechanics when you can simply glance at the graphics and know all you need to know about it right then and there, eh?

Now don’t get me wrong; these new GFX look fuckin’ pro for ingame graphics, no one can argue. But when you consider that their only selling points to the game pre-release were the graphics and the title (Final Fantasy), I can only guess there’s somethin’ wrong with it.

Not that I would appreciate the title should be a winning selling point anyways, seeing as FF only became a massive popularity spread after it started hittin’ 3D…most people don’t even seem to acknowledge the 16 bit FF games that were made with deeper storylines than any current FF release.

And who wants to forget play-length? I jus’ have to say this because it drives me absolutely spare! Games nowadays have a habit of finishing up and bein’ otherwise complete after incredibly short periods of time…say, 5 or 6 hours. Now if I pay for a game (pay a hell of a lot, considerin’ the prices of late) and can finish it that evening, I feel like I’ve been downright scammed for my money. If I play a game that finishes that quickly, it had better be a fuckin’ epic game! Alas, it doesn’t happen. A guy I knew bought a game one day and got all excited about it. I read the back of it “over 16 hours of gameplay”. I say to him that it sounds a bit short and he looks at me like I ate my hat. Apparently 16 hours was long compared to his other games!

I remember the games that couldn’t be finished in a week. They had to be mastered and learned before they could be even close to finished, or the early FF series that boasted 80+ hours of content with an extra 50 hours of optional content for the completionists, just so you could remain occupied with that one game for as long as you wanted. I was looking at a game the other week, almost interested in buying until I discovered that the main storyline could be completed within 3 or 4 hours. Get the fuck out.

Why am I even botherin’ to say any of this? Pretty much because my interest in console games has taken a hard hit since I began to realise that the games I played most were older games on my Sega, SNES or N64, remakes and XBOX complied Sega Mega games. Out of the three main consoles in the past decade, Nintendo are the only ones who seem focussed on making interesting, innovative games that are unique and fun to play and are trying new, outlandish ideas with the Wii, whereas PS and MS are in the middle of a battle of aesthetics that seem to have dropped the ability to think creatively. FPS’s have skyrocketted in popularity, despite the fact that they’re pretty much all the same game with different people. Why is this? Well, because FPS dev’s are at the top of the graphics league. Don’t get me wrong; people do genuinely enjoy FPS games and the like, but how many people do you know who play any FPS’s that haven’t been made in HD? The original FPS’s have all but been forgotten in favour of the new recycled ones sheerly due to graphical weight.

Of course, I’m not goin’ to jus’ sit here and say that all modern console games are crap. The Wii, whether the games succeed or not, comes out on top just for being the only one who puts real effort into making original and creative games, at the cost of graphics, knowing full well the price they’ll have to pay with an octobitphobic society. I’m pleased enough that certain games have been popping up that have been developed by people with similar attitudes, who haven’t developed the fear. Lost Odyssey is the only XBOX game I can think of that’s got enough of a storyline to need extra discs and include a deeper storyline.

I have faith yet. I don’t think console games have been killed, and have a decent chance of recovering to the way they used to be, but for now I think I’ll stick to certain content-full MMOs.

Sayin’ all that; the horror is that this irrational obsession with visuals doesn’t apply solely to games; but in pretty much everythin’. One of the more annoyin’ ones bein’ movies. Quick example:

Top 3 movies in History:

Titanic, Avatar and Dark Knight.

Why’re they so damned popular?

Titanic: powerful, moving story with memorable acting.

Dark Knight: excellent acting and innovative twist on the typical comic movies

Avatar: heard-it-all-before story, sheer predictability and….top of the line graphics.

Suck on that Heath Ledger…all your effort into the most renown Joker to date got bumped because of the GFX guys in Avatar.

Remember the look that bewildered mother gave you the last time you walked through the supermarket talkin’ to yourself about your college project?  Or the other guy who deliberately avoided eye contact?  I do.  The woman made me laugh and the guy made me wonder.  Do you remember?

Probably not, because almost everyone likes to keep that part shunted away and never do it in public, if at all.  And that’s not to say that they don’t do it, or have the urge, just that they don’t like the thought of what it implies: being a nutjob.

Now, I’ll have to politely disagree and issue a face-slap to anyone who defies me.  Doo-lally people might talk to themselves, but that doesn’t mean that talking to yourself inherently means you’re doo-lally…but people ignore that fact all too often and just assume that it’s the crazy creepin’ in.

So, my rant!  Let’s start with the fact that talking to yourself is still, invariably, talking.  We all do that, all the time, just to other people, right?  Now where did this notion come from that talking is only acceptable if there’s someone else there to listen?  In fact, people will still talk to others, even if they’re full-knowing that said other person isn’t listening!  So why can’t we talk to ourselves when we know entirely that we are listenin’?  We are, after all, just that person that’s listening to what you have to say; so what if that happens to be the same person?

Well apparently it’s still a problem.  Hmm.  We could always look at the fact that it’s presented no mental problems or issues with anyone in the history of the world, but people will usually just go back and refer to people that are already insane or have other such underlying problems.  How about if we refer to the fact that it actually has benefits?  Let’s say that for children who do talk to themselves, they very quickly become more confident and social and are much more likely to approach and talk to other kids and make friends, including the introverted kids who don’t talk to themselves and just sit and be lonely?  And let’s say that for adults that there’s incredible emotional benefits, even if it’s as simple as relieving stress or reassuring yourself before something stressful, such as a job interview.  Shame is, that people actually do it and don’t realise the benefits it gives them, but due to them being self-conscious and paranoid in the face of onlookers, they do it as inaudibly as possible and deny it furiously when approached.

Surely that all should encourage people to stop being pointlessly nervous about talking to oneself?

No?

Well, let’s look at articulation of words versus thoughts!  Talking a problem out aloud shapes and articulates a problem you have in your head much clearer than you consciously realise, whereas just thinking it to yourself you won’t be able to help but skipping past certain elements and continuing to come up with the same problematic solution.  Talking it out reshapes it and gives it clearer boundaries and instructions or your sub-conscious brain to listen to, whereupon it takes those new rules and reshapes the problem in your head and hey-presto, you’ve got the answer!  This is often enough experienced when you’re explaining a problem to someone else because you’ve all but given up on it, then half way through talking to them about it the answer suddenly crystallises in your own mind, before they’ve so much as said a word about it.  Now, if you’d just talked to yourself about it on the bus you’d have sussed it hours ago and got back to kickin’ ass on xBox, as opposed to sittin’ there silently and shamefully (I say shamefully not because needing to mull over it is a problem, but because you’re only not talking to yourself about it because you’re ashamed to do so) mullin’ over it all day before finally seeking the help of your derisive friend.  Lemme tell you, I’m the guy on the xBox, who’re you?

So we have a fairly small, but incredibly powerful list of benefits and advantages to be had from making conversation all the time, even when you’re the only one there, yet all this is denied in the face of madness.  Why is it mad, I ask.  Has no one ever noticed that religious folk sit at the sides of their beds and talk to themselves, or talk to their books, or kneel down and talk to the floor?  Do they only get away with it because they believe they’re talking to gods and deities that potentially don’t even exist?  Yet talking to yourself, who we can all accept for fact is right here and now to actually exist, is a sign of instant madness?  I’d advise not to call other people mad when you’ve thrown all logic out the window, yourself…

It’s a self-perpetuating social cycle, really.  You don’t do it because others will judge you, so you begin to judge others for it too, and then pass this same judgemental attitude down to your kids who continue and restart the cycle over and over again, despite the fact that our reasons to actually do this are long since lost.  The only reason folk would originally have judged talking to oneself as crazy is because back then before we understood mental problems and insanity, talking to yourself would have been the most obvious and clear sign that said person is off their leash.  Problem is that given our much more advanced comprehension of the subject, our red-lights and attitudes upon it haven’t changed in the slightest and we still think the same about it, forgetting that we aren’t in the 18th century anymore.

But what the hell do I care, really?  That look of abject wtf-ness I get from people judging me just adds the sugar and icing to my day.  If it was normal, everyone’d do it and I’d never get those moments again!

Post From Vox:

Lemme start of by sayin’ that I’m a guy, and with that fact it hopefully goes without saying that I do have a penis. I do not, however, have a chunk of it surgically removed.

Why, may I ask, does such an operation exist?

If I was to ask someone today why on Earth someone would actually cut a chunk off, the most common argument is some dribble about health. I say dribble because despite the urban legend that circumcision is actually medically beneficial to you, it’s not ever been proven that it actually helps keep you healthier, with the small exception of potential reduced risk of HIV contraction during sex, which is such a small reduction in liklihood to contract the virus that you would probably catch it anyway, circumcised or not.

Of course, we could also just look at the theorised roots of the procedure and throught a huge number of candidates about how this crazy operation actually came to be, healthcare was almost unanimously not one of them.

Healthcare, then? Not bloody likely! Why do people look at a dick and assume it’s dirty? It’s a shame to think that most american males look at their penis and think that it’s so filthy, when the hands they use to masturbate with are probably hundreds of times more germ-infested… In fact, that very part of the body that’s so badly assosciated with filth is actually cleaner than a large number of other body parts, especially since pre-cum has this nifty advantage of cleaning it out of germs to prepare for healthy sperm to be launched, and lemme tell you that the foreskin being chopped has sweet fuck all to do with that, so let’s drop this falacy that it has, or ever did have anything to do with health.

Although it’s become far worse than a prevaling medical procedure done to combat disease. These days it’s become a trend of sorts in america. Being cut seems to be the popular, cool, fashionable way to do it, despite the fact that female circumcision is looked upon as an act of barbarianism. Young males might actually get mocked or bullied in schools because their body is natural and not deformed; it seems like lunacy to me that mutilation is the commonplace, and the natural growth of the body is a weird, taboo defect in that culture.

Hell, I even saw a post by someone some time ago asking if it was alright to be uncut….of course it’s bloody alright!! Might as well ask if it’s alright not to have your ears, nose, tongue, nipples, belly, balls and spinal chord pierced or punctured in some way…who needs to be normal, eh?

Ignoring the fact that it’s somehow cool to the american kids, I can’t see how people don’t look at enforced circumcision on infants as some kind of abuse. You can sue hospitals and surgeons for performing unwanted surgery, so why can’t you sue the surgeons and your parents for giving the go-ahead of a life-altering amputation at an age where you don’t even understand what’s going on.

I’m pretty sure that if said child grew up and decided he wanted to have a skinless dick so badly, he could opt for the operation himself, but who the hell’s to say he will? What gives the parents the right to decide that for a child at that age?

Religion?  Well, not much need said about that; considering that there’s no religious benefits and the popular answer in america is “for sex”, it hardly coincides with the religious views of “no sex”.  Given that and the fact that circumcision is virtually a default operation on newborns and not all families or jewish, so it clearly has squat to do with religion.

Going back to the argument about medical benefits, there have actually been people who’ve sought reattachment procedures from a few specialist surgeons (shockingly, america is the only country who even bothered (or indeed needed) to develop such a procedure) which rarely have perfect results and can actually cause more harm than good, not to mention potential PTSD or the long-term anger and hatred instilled within their brains when they were forcibly cut up.

So, phsyical and phsycological harm and distress aside, what else would there be?

Sex, obviously!

Wait….that can’t possibly be an argument for circumcision, can it?

Somehow, it is. For the benefit of the female, there is none. Some claim that circumcision removes some kind of smell, but get real….a tiny chunk of skin won’t get rid of an entire smell from the genitals…he either smells or he doesn’t; whether his cock is cut or not won’t change that.

Circumcised males are typically reported to have sex hard, angry and “pounding”, which can result in the female being less than pleased (depending on what kind of lass she is!) and it creates a certain skin friction (which would otherwise be prevented by the soft foreskin) which can, again, potentially harm the female.

Not to mention that many women who’ve commented on the subject mention that foreskin adds more…variance and interest!

Benefits for the guy? Well, supposedly they can reach orgasms faster….go you….

Other than that, well thousands of ultra sensitive nerves on the foreskin are chopped off, so they quite literally only lose sensation.

Great sex, eh?

What the hell do I know, though eh? I’ve never tried it…maybe I’d like the feeling of my dick being chopped up by some lunatic with a knife (although that sounds curiously similar to a certain threat that’s been issued to me by my girl should I ever cheat on her…) but it’s not somethin’ I’m crazy about.

Although one last thought….

For anyone who finds the fun in mocking uncut dudes, or thinks they’re cool because they’re cut, you might wanna know my favourite theorised origin of circumcision…

It was supposedly used, way back when, as a method to demasculinise, maim and otherwise humiliate slaves.

This post was entirely inspired by a comment on my previous post by FreedomSmith which got me thinkin’ about the various concepts of the word and how different folk perceive it.

“are not ruled in the least by what other people think. That sounds like genuine freedom to me.”

I couldn’t have worded it better myself.  It’s the exact notion that I personally believe one should strive for to be free in this world and falsely governed elected dictatorship of a society we are trapped in.  Some will say that until such self-righteous governing bodies are taken away and let everyone roam free we will never be free, and to an extent I would agree, knowing that in a culture where the rich get richer and richer to the point where their surplus is redundant and virtually unusable, whilst the poor get poorer and poorer and 3rd world countries are allowed to exist when they could be so easily extinguished, I feel that no one will be ever be free in the political sense; the poor striving for what they can’t have and the rich striving for what they can never have enough of.

But I don’t believe much in politics, the whole system is a farce ruled by the people that already “matter”, so I see no reason to take interest in it myself, being far from someone who matters in the world.  I care not for political freedom, I think about social or personal freedom.  Those types are freedom are the only ones that truly matter in my opinion, but there are plenty of other types out there, other beliefs of the concept of freedom that people share, a number of them makin’ no sense to me whatsoever.

These different slights and variations on freedom can usually be split into the two fundamental categories; positive and negative.  Positive freedom lends home to money-grabbers and materialists who line their homes and temples with gold and possessions, firmly believing that the way to freedom is to have as much as possible, that money will allow you to do whatever you want.  Negative freedom focusses more on the persons will and choices, rather than their physical properties, saying that the will to do whatever you please is your liberty and the only thing preventing you from achieving that goal is yourself and the lack of will.

I can see merit in both sides, knowing that my life would be considerably easier if my bank account had a few extra disposable digits, but under similar philosophy as the Epicurean doctrine as outlined in my last post, I feel that I would struggle to appreciate everything as much as I do; my fiancae for example, means the world to me and the sheer difficulty of being with her, swimming through oceans of visas and expensive plane tickets I would hate to ever take that for granted that I have her and how incredible she is to me.  The effort involved makes it worth it in the end, whereas if I could so easily pay all the problems away, I know I probably would, and she would be no less incredible, but would I truly be able to appreciate it as much as I should anymore?

The Greek Stoics believed that freedom came from removing hindering passions from our minds (note that back then, their word for passion didn’t quite mean what it does today, and meant much closer to obsession or anguish) and when one can logically, rationally and clearly look at life and any situation around them, then they could make their choices freely and live their lives freely, whereas those focused on powerful emotions, irrationality and suffering, obsessions and the like would never be able to properly be objection and would therein be trapped by their emotions and be prisoner to their “passions”.  Of course it’s hard to grasp this notion when the same words we use now meant such different things back then; they would say to live following reason, but they saw reason not just as logics and rationality, but also as understanding nature in it’s simplest forms and of course back then, “stoic” didn’t mean unemotional or indifferent as it does today.

I can get my head around that, too, not wanting to be trapped behind by my emotions when I needn’t be, but I don’t quite believe in being quite so….stoic.  I like to accept and follow reason, logic and science ahead of anything else, but I also like to follow my own emotions too even if they do cause me suffering and anguish; I feel that avoiding that pain is denying oneself it and hiding from it, whereas I prefer to know I have the option of pursuing it, should I choose so.  “Let one make their own mistakes” would be the phrase I have in mind for this.

Fear of Freedom is something that’s caught my attention too, a concept directed at the side of negative freedom for when people do have the option and ability but lack the will, they remain prisoner to their own inhibitions due only for their own fear of the freedom of their choices.  I wish I had more to say about that, but I quite simply can’t wrap my head around the idea of it, being perfectly able to do as you want, but simply choosing not to.  It’s one thing that’s always stumped me in life: “I want to do that”, “Go do it, then” “No”….make sense to you?  Me neither!  S’like all those people who went to France and walked away without eating the froggy legs or garlic snails; why ever would you pass that up?

I’m not really sure where I’m headed with this anymore so I think I’ll call this one a day until I can centralise my focus a bit more onto a real point; I have far too many stray thoughts about this in my head and see no need to write out another 3k words detailing every gibbering contemplation I have on the subject; it’s simply too vast!  That, at least, is my main reflection on the philosophy.

protip: I’ve read back on this and it certainly appears less coherent than it does in my jumbled mind and I can understand if this doesn’t make sense to folk, but I assure you that everythin’ I’ve said is firmly linked to the point and that there is, actually, a point in there.  This is jus’ how I chose to write it!

Mmm, sounds grim, I know.

‘Course, I’m gunna flip that assumption right around on you and reveal that there is actually little pessimism or negativity in this post and that anyone who thought otherwise should be dearly shamed.

Anyhoo, onto my ramble!

I’m an atheist by a vague and simplistic definition although it could be argued that I’m a well-balanced hedonist or a logical realist, a pessimist who’s known to be optimistic, a stoicism sided epicurean or many others; there’s simply too many different doctrines in the known world for one to claim to be without religiously and blindly following those specific rules and tenants.  I have beliefs and views that are shared amongst many different things so don’t like to call myself one or the other, knowing that ultimately I’ll choose my way above any unified or organised grouping, but there are some that I can definitely come closer to than others, such as epicureanism.  That’s a pretty ancient Greek doctrine devised upon the principles that moderate, simple pleasures in life are the ultimate goal.  I don’t believe in any deities and choose to follow logic and science, so accept that upon my death, it’s game over for me; no passing go, no extra lives, no 1ups along the way.

So, if that’s the case, why should I spend my life following others, doing as they say I should, thinking as they think I should?  Why should I expend all my energy and time rushing and aiming for 1st place in every competition when the sheer effort alone sucks out all the fun, and allowing failure to ruin me?  Why shouldn’t I jus’ do whatever the hell I feel like if it makes me happy?  Why?

I can never find an answer to that, so I simply thought “fuck that, then!” and got on with it.  I’m not goin’ to follow the rules society dictates and conform exactly as they imply I should unless that’s what I would have wanted to do anyway.  I’m not goin’ to care if someone laughs at me for bein’ stupid when it won’t matter ever again.  I’m not goin’ to care about makin’ an ass out of myself on the street in front of people I’ll never see again.  I’m not goin’ to push myself to breakin’ point to get that 1st place trophy when the entire point of the game is jus’ to have a laugh, win or lose.

Now, I’m not encouragin’ failure on all fronts, or discouragin’ attempts at winnin’, I’m merely sayin’ that if I do lose, I don’t give a damn because I know that playin’ at all was the fun for me; the results are immaterial.  I don’t want to have the best foods and the best house and the most money every day because I’ll only ever feel like shit the days I don’t have it.  I’m not goin’ to forget the importance of the fact that I have clean water at my disposal every day or a fiancae that loves me and could leave me whenever she wanted.  I like to try and be someone who appreciates what they have and allows myself to be happy with it, even if it is in sheer moderation.

What does all this imply?  Simply that I don’t give a damn.  Not about life, but about anythin’ that might hinder my personal experience.  I’m not alive purely to suit someone else and if I spend my life following other people no one will notice when I’m dead and it’ll have no difference; in fact, most people will have no major effect on the world after their deaths, and even the people who do still have it limited and will only be more limited as time goes and eventually forgotten anyways.

Sounds depressing, I know, but it’s not really.  It’s like religion and the acceptance of an afterlife, or eating a meal accepting that your fridge is full: if you focus so entirely on what’s to come later (the afterlife, the big dinner tomorrow, that non-instant gratification you’ve been waiting for) and you happened to be wrong, or it was stopped or interrupted, you basically just lose out.  If you put that aside (and I’m not sayin’ ignore it) and focus on and enjoy what you have now, then you will find yourself making the most of every situation as it happens.  A pious religious follower who devotes their life blindly to their religion and happens to be wrong will have largely sacrificed their life for nothing.  Someone who eats no food expecting a large dinner later only to discover their fridge empty will have sacrificed for nothing.  And even if they’re correct, then the earlier parts of their time were still given up.  Expecting no afterlife and expecting an empty fridge forces you to appreciate and enjoy what you have right now.

Off-topic?  Slightly, but it all leads back to the point that enjoying what you have now while you have it is simply enough, even if that is playing the game and having fun, with victory as a secondary goal.  This notion, as an example when we play Pool in the common room downstairs, implies that the pros of the game sit and focus so entirely on the game and never appear to really enjoy it, and should they fail you can taste the bitterness they feel.  I, however, am thoroughly crap at the game yet most around us can see I enjoy the game far more.  I care not for the results; victory is a bonus to be revelled in for me, and the game itself is a challenge to be tackled, a game to be played and enjoyed and the failures to be laughed at and me to be made fun of.

There’s plenty of fun in failure, I’d say.  It kinda goes along with the “don’t set your targets high and you’ll never be disappointed” but I’d say it’s more about enjoying the path whether you reach your targets or not.

Internet-Spying

http://www.bettyconfidential.com/ar/ld/a/5-new-ways-to-catch-a-cheater.html?pageID=1

Came across that while engaging in my daily ritual of bein’ sucked into viral pictures and videos and jus’ have to say I’m pretty shocked.  Not gunna go on a huge rant about this because, I’d hope, that the point would be obvious.  Had a look through a few other articles on this site and the general theme remains the same; the journalists of this site and entirely encouraging distrust, disloyalty and paranoia that will only ever hurt a relationship.  How often has bein’ paranoid about your partner and sneakin’ behind their back because of it actually helped a situation?

If you suspect your partner of cheatin’, there are numerous high-tech, 21st century methods of findin’ out about it and exposin’ them.

But have we forgotten the ancient ability to merely ask and hope for a truthful answer?

Can people simply not go about their lives without lyin’?

That’s all besides the point entirely, however; the main point is this: is the pursuit of “baitin’ them” your partner with fake accounts, hidin’ GPS trackin’ devices on them and askin’ strangers to tell you and the general act of spyin’ on them really any better or more moral than what they’re doin’ to you?

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