The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. I’m stealing the opening of Lord of the Rings. For none now who live will remember it. Except for all the people who has seen the movie or read the books. So, the whole world basically.
There was Hitler. There was Stalin. There was Mussolini. There was countless other historical assholes that are not as well known for their equally not so nice deeds to the world. My thought is this; What if powerful dictators in the future would use even more advanced technology than we have today to achieve even greater power than the dictators from history that we used to fear?
In one of PewDiePie’s videos (I don’t know if I should be ashamed for watching his videos everyday BUT I’M NOT!!) he tested an eye tracker. He watched random videos on the internet and the eye tracker showed PewDiePie’s viewers exactly where on the screen he was looking. Now, put that in the context of propaganda. Forgive my possibly childish imagination, but picture that people had to watch propaganda videos and if they didn’t look at the screen, or if they looked at the wrong thing on the screen, they would get punished. It’s probably and hopefully not a realistic scenario, but i think it’s important to think about it at least.
What if a dictator felt like dealing with opposition by getting some people to hack the self driving car being used by someone who is a threat? One lethal car accident later and the problem is gone. Spying on people with nano sized robot flies (it’s a thing, Google it) would be the easiest thing ever for the dictator to do. Artificially creating your face and make you say things that you have never even said to trick the public to think it’s actually you saying those things (Google Obama Peele DeepFake) would be a perfect tool for propaganda.
George Orwell’s 1984 is my nightmare and I feel like; Technology + Orwellian society = 1984 on steroids. Maybe I’m exaggerating, please tell me and correct me if I do. I just wished that I didn’t have to think in these ways because I’m actually amazed and very interested in where technology is going. It could take us to a place that would be defined as paradise. You never know, maybe nothing too bad happens. It’s impossible to predict.
I just can’t let go of these horrible possibilities. Human cruelty is chaos when it’s set free.
All around me I see people that I grew up with that do ”grown up” things. They study, travel, clean their apartment, exercise, eat healthy. The other day I watched Family Guy and I remembered that all my friends in 5th grade loved that show. I still love Family Guy just as much as back then, but I wondered how many of my 5th grade classmates still loves Family Guy. As I thought about each of them, I came to the realization that probably not many of them do. That makes me depressed and happy at the same time. Happy because they do stuff that make them progress in life. Depressed because I feel like I’ve been stuck at the same place forever. I used to love the fact that I refused to grow up. I still do, but now I feel ashamed of it. Then I get more angry at myself because I feel ashamed of a characteristic of mine that I like.
One of my ways to deal with this is to write. This feeling that I’m describing here is what my current book in progress is all about. That feeling of being stuck. I don’t know, I feel like I’m just rambling at this point. I just thought life would be easier ten years ago and then I met Life and it sucker punched me in my face. Now I’m laying on the concrete bleeding out of my broken nose while everybody walks by.
The loser on the ground wishes you well
Every field that you have chosen to dedicate yourself to has a level of pretention. Something conventional that people only follow because ”it’s the rules”. In writing, that pretention is that everything has to be beautiful, poetic and pure. The ”gritty” books I have read still never or rarely use curse words and only dares to describe sex in a vague but beautiful manner. There’s nothing wrong with that, but if everyone does that, it gets boring.
Only recently did I get my thumb out of my butt and read Post Office by Charles Bukowski. I got the feeling that he attacked writing, every sentence. It was powerful because he simply didn’t care about if he sounded poetic or vocally able. He just did it. Before reading Post Office, I had never or rarely seen the words pussy or cock being used in a novel. I’m not saying that you have to use those words or any words like those, I just think that you can’t be afraid to use words like that if it’s necessary for the book.
There’s a quote by Eminem I would like to pair with the style of Charles Bukowski. Here it is, ”I’m the shit stain on the underwear of life.” A shit stain might be shit, but it’s hard to get rid of and you can not not notice it. So don’t be afraid to be a piece of shit is what I’m saying here. Be the best piece of shit you can be people!
Now fuck off, I’ve got a book to write.
PS! The approach that Charles Bukowski had to writing, that attacking style, I call that the Bukowski Approach. I forgot to mention that in the text. Now you understand the title of this post. Which you probably did anyway, it’s not that hard to understand.
I just wanted to let you know that I’m back from Italy. I could tell you how nice the trip was and what I did there and stuff like that. I won’t. I’m just writing this post to tell you that Mr. Big Dick is back in town. I’m on my way right now to see how his dick got so big. Maybe I’ll write another post about it or something. (The joke is that Mr. Big Dick is not me. I don’t know if that was clear enough, so I just wanted to make that clear #obviousandselfdeprecatoryhumour)
And yes, I will tell you how my Italy trip was. Don’t worry, of course I’m going to complain about it too! Me and my friend visited Milan, Verona, Venice, Bologna, Florence and Rome. I loved Venice the most. It is a city for intuitive people. Whenever you tried to go somewhere, you got distracted by something, usually a random cool place or a big church. I’m not religious but those catholic churches with ceilings so high such as I have never seen before made me kind of want to become a catholic just to be able to go to those churches and pray. Then I remembered that I would be too lazy to pray, and what I really wanted was to buy the biggest church and install a huge movie theatre screen and watch Netflix in there for ever. I think genuinely religious catholic people would love it if I did that. Totally. I would if I were one of them.
Anyway, here comes my complaint. The tourists. Especially in Venice. I hate them so much and I want them all die. Tourists are a plague that ruins everything cool about anything. Try walking over one of those small bridges over the water canals in Venice and you’ll see that there’s a fucking tourist asshole taking a picture in the middle of that bridge that EVERYBODY crosses. Do they think that ALL the people will simply stop so that they can take their useless picture that they will never look at in the future? Fuck you. Cazzo turisti. That’s fucking tourists in italian. Disclaimer: I used Google Translate so it could be wrong.
Now I’ll go think about idiotic tourists that ruins everything and completely ignore the fact that I was also a tourist while I was there. Bye
I’ve been gone for a while from this blog. Thank you for noticing. You know what I’ve been up to? Nothing. Literally. But I’m (NOT) going to continue to write about my songs that I know that you all absolutely listened to, probably. Most likely not. I know you didn’t. I tried to do a series of blog posts explaining my songs but I only made two, then I paused to do nothing, as mentioned already. So now I’m back wreck havoc in this blog world.
Actually, I’m in Italy right now so I will probably ignore this blog until I get back to Sweden. Live with it.
”Evil is inside of us, so we blame the money”
You’re familiar with the expression ”Money is the root of all evil”. One day I thought about that expression and it led me to some conclusions about society as a whole. I think we blame money for all evil because we don’t like to realise that the money can possess no evil within them. That’s what we humans do. So the actual quote should be ”Humanity is the root of all evil”. Even though I don’t think that expression is entirely correct either, it is much more truthful than blaming money.
The evil I’m talking about isn’t the usual world domination or psychopathic kind of evil either. It’s more about the every day kind of evil that no one ever notices. Like, for example, going to the supermarket to buy the meat and milk of millions of animals that had to suffer for that meat and milk to be produced. The previous sentence might make you think I’m concerned about this issue, but I’m not, which is my point. I don’t exclude myself or anyone from evil. I go to the supermarket to buy the meat and milk at the cost of all the suffering animals just like you do. We know, but we don’t care. That’s why it’s so nice to have money as an scapegoat.
”Every single time I smile, my lips crack open and bleed. Every single time I’m laughing, it ends up in a cough.
Comedy is an extremely powerful thing. People can laugh, even for just a moment, while living in any kind of misery and in that one soaring moment you get a relief from all your troubles. Imagine being afraid to smile. Imagine being afraid to laugh. There’s no chance for relief. That is how I personally feel in society today. We work for companies that doesn’t care at all about us and yet we form our whole lives around them. We wake up inhumanely early in the morning by a screaming alarm clock to spend our day breaking our knees, back and mind for people who would gladly make us do it all for free if they could. And yet we give at least eight hours a day and at least five days a week for them. And what do we do with the salary? We spend it either on mundane things like bills, or on pointless things like anything containing sugar.
What are we left with? Not happiness.
My question is essentially this; is anybody truly satisfied with their lives?