Blogging my life is fine and dandy but frankly I don’t feel it necessary to document every game of magic I play. Although I totally would. That said, sometimes I have to force myself to write, just for the mere sake of writing cuz I know someday that I will want to look back on this.
Things change so rapidly. I mean we all know that right? We’ve all grown up a certain degree and just realize that life is unstable. One minute things are this way and the next they’re totally different and just what the fuck are we supposed to do about it? In times of instability, which is all times as we just mentioned I find that grabbing on to something stable is by far the best ways of doing it.
For me that comes in the form of stand up, or my love of Star Wars, or Hockey and Football. Just anything you can latch on to that can differentiate the years and make you happy.
I think this is why my taste in music hasn’t changed since high school and why I still am into nerd things. They seem to be the only things that don’t change. I enjoy listening to Blink-182 and talking about the lineage of the Sith no matter how much or how little money I have at the time.
In a month I’ll be at my 5 year anniversary of starting this road of stand up comedy and it’s unbelievable how much time, and how many ups and downs have gone by. I moved to Los Angeles, presumably for an end goal, which if pressed I would say is, “To Make it.” and then if pressed for a definition of “Making it.” I would be forced to answer I don’t know.
These are times of cosmic highs and black hole lows. I don’t know where I stand but I’m entirely not concerned with that either. Things happen, and they’re all minor things, and you just kinda hope they add up enough so you level up in the game of life and achieve something you can die happy knowing you did.
The problem with this though is that my base level of situation needed to be happy is so fucking low I could probably die tomorrow and convince myself I’m pretty okay with it.
I’m happy right now and I own nothing. Maybe 500 magic cards, a computer and an xbox and I’m pretty ecstatic about my life.
I never wish I was the type of person who needed more. Is that normal? I just hate everything associated with how you have to live your life to achieve the house with the white picket fence. It’s for some people, it’s not for me, and I never wish I felt like it was for me. That’s how much I resent it. I’m so punk rock right now it hurts.
See, I kinda feel like the (presumably) son is kind of the dick here. Pretty stand offish for a guy who’s dad is obviously cool.
I don’t think I understand why people (there’s more than one of you, so when you read this, you’re not alone nor are you singled out) take pictures of their twitter, and post it on tumblr, which then posts it back onto their twitter. Everyone who follows you on tumblr already follows you on twitter..
Everyone has this obsession with being so fucking unique but the truth is being unique is a lot of work and hardly worth the reward. People are quick to say that the unique people are the ones who stand out in history but the truth is histories greatest tales are hardly unique.
Achilles, Odysseus, the Great Trojan War… The things that made those people unique, should they have even existed in some sense are some of the most normal things ever. Dude liked a girl, he stole the girl from someone else, countries went to war. Greek Mythology basically comes down to a game of who can cockblock who the best.
History’s favorite son Jesus. What was really unique about him. Just another religious guy traveling around the world spreading the word. There’s nothing really unique about that. Sure it was unique that he could perform miracles (allegedly) but since that’s endowed upon him and not something he strove for, then I can’t really give him credit. The choices he made in life though, completely normal.
Even the modern day epitome of evil, Adolf Hitler, was terribly mundane. A failed artist, who felt the world did not get him. A disillusioned youth with no job and a poor home life, finds himself in the Army. Seeing he has a knack for displacing his anger on others, he eventually scape goats his problems on to a group of other people. That’s hardly unique. Even Hitler’s genocide wasn’t unique. He stole the gas chamber idea from the Ottoman’s genocide of the Armenians.
That was a four paragraphs on why being unique is lame. You’re welcome.
I try to be original in my stand up, but as for being a person who stands out above the rest, no thanks.
I always hated people who moved to California and New York City and how they became obsessed with saying how awesome it is and everyone should move here, but really, California is awesome and everyone should move here.