In the interest of science
I am a man of superlatives. I enjoy using the word "genius" and "awesome" and "totally craptacular" or some variation thereof. I get heart-poundingly excited about something every day. I get excited by the prospect of seeing a particular film that has been getting excellent reviews (in the case of Lord of the Rings, I couldn't sleep the night before each of them..and screw you for making fun of me), a great tome of a book that I just need to read now (latest being The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. It's this year's answer to The Da Vinci Code, but without actually sucking), or a terrific piece of music that just moves me (Sufjan Stevens' Illinois comes to mind)
I've seen a great many people lose their passion for things very quickly. They become so jaded that everything starts to get boring and nothing excites any more. They find no joy in new music, preferring to listen to their old favorite records again and again (how many have parents who never listen to anything but The Beatles?), haven't seen a good movie "in years", start contenting themselves with just coming home from work and planting themselves in front of the TV, and die a little more, every day.
I'm so terrified of this that I might be over-compensating. Perhaps in my mission never to let every-day prosaicness get me down and suck the joy from the marrow of life (wow, nice cliche Thrice..*claps self on back*) I celebrate too much. Certainly that accusation has been hurled at me. Maybe I do find nuggets of genius in things that really aren't that great in actuality. Maybe so.
Anybody have parents and/or grandparents who never admit to looking forward to anything? I do. People who deny looking forward to a vacation, to a trip abroad, to christmas, to any damn thing. It's like it's a sign of weakness to enjoy life.
Well, not in this book. In this book, it's a sign of strength. This here guy looks forward to all those things and lots more. He enjoys art, movies, literature and music. He enjoys spending time with his friends and family. He enjoys good food (more than he should). He looks forward to a million little things every day.
He enjoys this life, because he suspects that it's all we'll ever get.
And thrice damn it. He's going to love every damn minute of it.
I've seen a great many people lose their passion for things very quickly. They become so jaded that everything starts to get boring and nothing excites any more. They find no joy in new music, preferring to listen to their old favorite records again and again (how many have parents who never listen to anything but The Beatles?), haven't seen a good movie "in years", start contenting themselves with just coming home from work and planting themselves in front of the TV, and die a little more, every day.
I'm so terrified of this that I might be over-compensating. Perhaps in my mission never to let every-day prosaicness get me down and suck the joy from the marrow of life (wow, nice cliche Thrice..*claps self on back*) I celebrate too much. Certainly that accusation has been hurled at me. Maybe I do find nuggets of genius in things that really aren't that great in actuality. Maybe so.
Anybody have parents and/or grandparents who never admit to looking forward to anything? I do. People who deny looking forward to a vacation, to a trip abroad, to christmas, to any damn thing. It's like it's a sign of weakness to enjoy life.
Well, not in this book. In this book, it's a sign of strength. This here guy looks forward to all those things and lots more. He enjoys art, movies, literature and music. He enjoys spending time with his friends and family. He enjoys good food (more than he should). He looks forward to a million little things every day.
He enjoys this life, because he suspects that it's all we'll ever get.
And thrice damn it. He's going to love every damn minute of it.
posted by Völundur at 4:26 am
1 Comments:
Change, even change for the better breaks whatever stability in our world, and in the end it hurts and we become numb in the process.
Not trying to condone this behavior, but rather explaining it.
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