I dropped a rock in a lake just to watch the ripples.
I watched a Charlie Chaplin movie today in history about the perpetual spiral of industrialization. Good ol' Charlie played a man in a factory who screwed bolts on some metal plates which were moving past him at a rapid speed (however for some reason everything seems fast in a silent movie and it reminded me of that I Love Lucy episode). His bodily reflexes become reliant on that motion: turn and spin... even on his break his arms are continuing those motions. I am having one of those days where you can't stop the factory in your head. I'm sure you know the one. Thought, ponder, thoughts, etc. I don't know how I plan to sleep tonight.
I'm sitting in my
What the hell, Dad? What's with the attitude today?
Friday sleepiness. I changed the background on my computer the other day. And just as I wrote this, I imagined your, the reader, I imagined your reaction to this. But it is important. It is of substance. Let me go on. I haven't talked to my um.. ex? best friend? since March, when she stood me up at my show. Ouch, right? Yes and now somehow I'm at fault. Don't let me get into it. Seeing her picture made me happy when I signed on. No longer. Loser sees the fucking default of the moon. And I see this as I turn on the computer to wright.
I am beginning to realize that everything has a link to its neighbor, to its principle/principal (which homonym shall I use...?), to its Nation's enemy far, far away but held too close for comfort. I read somewhere about a theory stating that everyone is related to everyone by a connection of six people. So by a connection of six people or less, I know President (Lovely President) Bush, I know Christina Aguilera, I know Ryan Gosling. Okay, let me try one: I know my friend, Kelli (1), who worked at a famous movie theatre and had a boss (2) who deals with a lot of movie premiers at the theatre, which, I guess, are ran through the movie's publicists (3), who know the producers (4), who know the actors (5). Me to Will Smith in five people. (And it goes on: Will Smith knows a lot of people, and that's six.) So there we go, it's seemingly factual. My dad said something to me about five minutes ago which made me a little angry. I am still a bit upset about it and my ore has suffered. I lost my posture, I feel a little bit more weight on my chest. I'm going to bed soon, but what if I carried this out into the world? Say I walked down Telegraph with this changed demeanor. A woman smiles at me and I don't smile back, but she knows I saw her. This effects her greatly. And on and on six people out. Another six people out. Have I soon effected the whole world with a plague of unhappiness, the feeling of weight? Have we turned in after a send-out of unhappiness hence generating the "Generation ME" theory? Fuck, what have I done? Ripples upon ripples of sickness.
I think that sometimes education burdens people in the sense that when well-off, American people hear about issues in other nations, in other poorer nations. Take Darfur for example. A man from Sudan came to speak to my school about the problem in Africa. The upsetting, hurtful and violent magnetism between the Muslims and the Africans. An amazing speaker. I really wanted to do something. But what could I do? So I educate others, hoping this will help and thanks to me, I trigger their own restlessness on the subject. So these people respond in the same way: six people out, and so on. Ripples upon ripples of angst.
What can we do to improve our connections?
What can we do to help our members of this club: the human race?
Help me understand.
I'm sitting in my
What the hell, Dad? What's with the attitude today?
Friday sleepiness. I changed the background on my computer the other day. And just as I wrote this, I imagined your, the reader, I imagined your reaction to this. But it is important. It is of substance. Let me go on. I haven't talked to my um.. ex? best friend? since March, when she stood me up at my show. Ouch, right? Yes and now somehow I'm at fault. Don't let me get into it. Seeing her picture made me happy when I signed on. No longer. Loser sees the fucking default of the moon. And I see this as I turn on the computer to wright.
I am beginning to realize that everything has a link to its neighbor, to its principle/principal (which homonym shall I use...?), to its Nation's enemy far, far away but held too close for comfort. I read somewhere about a theory stating that everyone is related to everyone by a connection of six people. So by a connection of six people or less, I know President (Lovely President) Bush, I know Christina Aguilera, I know Ryan Gosling. Okay, let me try one: I know my friend, Kelli (1), who worked at a famous movie theatre and had a boss (2) who deals with a lot of movie premiers at the theatre, which, I guess, are ran through the movie's publicists (3), who know the producers (4), who know the actors (5). Me to Will Smith in five people. (And it goes on: Will Smith knows a lot of people, and that's six.) So there we go, it's seemingly factual. My dad said something to me about five minutes ago which made me a little angry. I am still a bit upset about it and my ore has suffered. I lost my posture, I feel a little bit more weight on my chest. I'm going to bed soon, but what if I carried this out into the world? Say I walked down Telegraph with this changed demeanor. A woman smiles at me and I don't smile back, but she knows I saw her. This effects her greatly. And on and on six people out. Another six people out. Have I soon effected the whole world with a plague of unhappiness, the feeling of weight? Have we turned in after a send-out of unhappiness hence generating the "Generation ME" theory? Fuck, what have I done? Ripples upon ripples of sickness.
I think that sometimes education burdens people in the sense that when well-off, American people hear about issues in other nations, in other poorer nations. Take Darfur for example. A man from Sudan came to speak to my school about the problem in Africa. The upsetting, hurtful and violent magnetism between the Muslims and the Africans. An amazing speaker. I really wanted to do something. But what could I do? So I educate others, hoping this will help and thanks to me, I trigger their own restlessness on the subject. So these people respond in the same way: six people out, and so on. Ripples upon ripples of angst.
What can we do to improve our connections?
What can we do to help our members of this club: the human race?
Help me understand.
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