Showing posts with label The Black Swan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Black Swan. Show all posts

Thursday, August 13, 2009

[195] Stupid Can't Save You

Thursday, August 13, 2009 at 7:04am

Before rehearsal today the band "director," or guy who may have taken charge without even realizing it, said how he hated biology and that it was evil. His reasoning? It tells him that he comes from worms. The statement being stomach droppingly ignorant aside, he said it while addressing the seventy band members he was handing drill charts out to. Many interesting things aren't happening in this situation. One, I'm not spouting off insults at how bloody fucking ignorant he is. Two, he isn't caring or checking on how ignorant he in fact is...and why should he? He did just get out of college and all. Three, the majority, hell, all of the kids completely ignored or didn't hear what he had to say so while they won't be swayed to his stupid view, they won't be terribly affected negatively either. When you already exist at a level that has very few hopes for humanity and then start your day with something like that transpiring, it's quite the blow.

Is this what we have to expect from our "learning zones?" Flapping gums, blank stares, and people like me trying to slow their heart rate and debate whether it's more moral to hand him his ass right then or lie in wait for a more opportune moment. If our in shape, educated, job-having, white males are so stupid that they can hate biology because it teaches them "we come from worms," I really can't compose a convincing enough statement about our future. You know what this means. Black people, rise up even farther. I know you got the presidency, but like Chris Rock says, you need to be the white guy who is signing the president's check. Don't believe all those videos showing you guys and the hick white people believing in leprechauns, and just be thankful it's the extra crazy white people and Hispanics who are seeing Jesus in cheese sandwiches and wooden bathroom doors.

Ridicule and realism aren't pessimism. Part of the reason I can even remain remotely happy despite all the bullshit I see is because I'm actually capable of discerning the bullshit and probable ways of fixing or ridiculing it. Your inability to think on my level or handle a discussion about relevant subject matter is not the time to call me anything but correct after you've submitted yourself to Google. I only point this out because I see it as a common trend in peoples' behavior towards me and it's completely misplaced. Perhaps closely tied to this is where people feel compelled to avoid talking about certain things with me. Maybe I have a selective memory, but despite the topic I've never resorted to throwing things, screaming, or actually mind fucking someone into a stroke. Part of the reason I try to read and learn is so I can engage people, not give them an excuse to avoid me. If you think I'd demolish you in a religious discussion, take that as an opportunity to overcome an irrational fear.

I'm fascinated with how "little" we know, and how incapable we are of picking up on the correct ways to interpret ourselves and our world. Combine
The Black Swan with Penn and Teller's Bullshit and you get statistical data to back up funny (more sad) personifications of everything wrong with our species. We have some big institutions fighting against the mental handicappers, but in a world of idiots, I fear that all is seen is two opposing sides that somehow need to reach a middle ground. Doctors don't negotiate with cancer. So I say just take the religious and lunatic strategy, or at the very least, give it a spin if only to distort their ranks. Every time there is a town hall meeting with someone screaming something so unbearably stupid you hate yourself for dignifying their presence, send in twenty more hired "assholes" to yell and scream all sorts of other ridiculous shit and ally themselves with the initial retard. When "both sides" of the evolution and creationism "debate" arise, start another battle screaming for both sides of whether the Holocaust happened, and always make sure to stand uncomfortably close to the creationists. At the very least it would be fun for a while.

What bothers me the most is that I see no evidence of people getting better. In a moment you can realize that almost to completely everything you knew about something was wrong and now you can and should proceed down another path. What incentive is there to make people want to screw with their world views? Even the most obscure and ostracized in the social sphere manage to find their way to comic-con or a snuggle party (actually exists). We have room (we don't) for every bad idea and every idiot that wants to keeps them, and not only will they keep them, they will profit from them, they will be self-assured, and they will be insulated from the handful of things that would wrestle it from their minds. And while all this goes on, the vast majority of us with mental faculties and promise will say "let them believe what they want, it's not hurting anybody." This is so exceedingly opposite the time you should choose what you want to see, yet it comes out so fluid and natural.

We don't need any governing body to step in and control our lives. Our dumbass ideas handle things just fine.

Friday, July 31, 2009

[189] Therapeutic Narrative

Friday, July 31, 2009 at 4:45am

So taking the advice from the book The Black Swan I'm writing out the negative event I experienced today to help me realize there was nothing I could really do to change what happened.

I went to Showplace to see a movie and hang with my old manager, and basically adopted mom, Lisa. It's Thursday, which basically means every manager is going to be there for building the movies and other manager duties. Note, my previous time going there, a discussion about my curly hair was brought up by my old manager. We exchanged comments and jokes, but it didn't seem to get too serious, and we generally joke on each other. So this next time, to my dismay and surprise, I was informed he went to the office and announced that "sideshow bob was here." Now, I can credit something funny, even on myself, and I'll give him his props. The next ten minutes involved me being called a hobo, and looking like I was from Woodstock. Okay, nothing actually bothers me about this. It's no secret that I throw the word "fuck" or a variation of it into about everything I say when not trying to sound remotely serious or articulate. Thusly, when I reply to such comments with "at least I have hair" and "grow some fuckin hair dude" I'm hardly trying to be insulting. I can accept that this may have been taken differently. Still worth remembering, I never once initiated a comment or discussion about hair (or lack thereof), and maintained a feeling of a joking cordial atmosphere the entire time. In fact, the majority of the time he spent kicking me out of the building I thought he was joking. Call me naive.

Ultimately, if hair is that touchy of a subject, it was beyond my control to fully appreciate that fact until things spilled over. If I came off openly disrespectful, that could have been questioned and discussed, and not used as an excuse to open up into a rage and make threats. I'm willing to apologize for how I came across, but I am not sure if it would really matter. Also worth noting, before I even directed my attention in his direction he was commenting on how my guests and I were getting ready to have ourselves thrown out for reasons I still can surmise. I'd understand if we were preventing work from being done, or being loud and vulgar with guests around (which I habitually look for when I hang out at the desk) but neither was the case. I've gotten the sense that this manager has been deeply upset or displeased with me for more than the surface reasons of an off comment or inscribing my initials on the booth floor. I don't quite know what this problem is, but it is beyond my control.
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Maybe it's not just you. Something major went down last weekend and I have yet to find out what it was. You know there's always Showplace drama and rumors and lately he's been on edge, although he does still find time to joke even on his bad days. If it's really bothering you, why don't you ask? You could always talk to Lisa about it, get her opinion.
July 31, 2009 at 11:19am ·
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