Actual Philosophy… PART I.

Philosophy is a favorite term of mine. I use it to sound smart half of the time. The other half, I’m philosophizing. My mind wanders too often in the other half of time, thinking about my beliefs, my problems, and how puberty probably hit me way too hard. Still, rather than then just stating my name and age for introduction, I will show you the real me.

I’m not a fan of life.

Think about that for a second. Does this mean I’m suicidal? To be suicidal is to cut off the connection. Yet life is complicated, no one can deny that. And no one can truly understand it. We, as a society, define life through colloquialisms to make it seem easy to deal with, or pleasant. They, meaning the general public, present it almost as rules which we should, not must, follow. But if we don’t, there’ll probably be consequences. Yet colloquialisms contradict each other half the time, so what the hell are we supposed to do?

There is one thing that one can be certain of: the process of thoughts. You know you’re thinking. Everything after that can be false: where you are, what you’re doing, who you know. Skepticism to its fullest, but truest. Therefore, when it comes to arguments, one can never assume they’re 100% certain. Liberals v. Conservatives, Theists v. Atheists, Arabs v. Jews. It never matters.

Our existence is a mystery. We know we came from something. Our “mother” not only may not be our biological mom, but might not exist, as stated before. Going up the pyramid of evolution leads you nowhere. There is no known tip at the top. In other words, we don’t know if there is or isn’t God. You can stick to a belief. Beliefs are thoughts. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. However, atheists and theists might be wrong. Cucumbers could be the reason for our existence. How do you know?

Religion is hard to discuss without sounding like a missionary, even if you’re atheist. Religion provides answers to the insignificant parts of life, yet it’s the parts that humans generally think about too much. I’m not a fan of religion, but that doesn’t make me atheist. I follow the philosophies of Hinduism. They provide my answers… for now.

The “point” or “purpose” of life is defined by you. You can make it whatever you want it to be. It could be a game, or the biggest adventure your mind will experience. If your life sucks, it’s most likely your fault. That’s just how “life” is. It doesn’t play favorites, and it’s very fragile. If you make even one mistake, it could lead to your demise. Death will be discussed in a later paragraph.

Your environment determines you, and you eventually have a say in your environment. What does this mean? Your parents will determine, indirectly, whether your life is going to be worth it or not. After the whole “independence”, or puberty phase, it’s all up to you. If you hang out with smokers, you’ve got a higher chance of ending up smoking, or developing lung cancer from secondhand smoking. Is this always the case? No, because there is no certainty.

The afterlife is a strange thing. It’s a sign of hope. Maybe there’s something better after whatever the hell I’m going through now (not me specifically, of course). Then again, our bodies will end up rotting into the ground or possibly turned into ash, which will probably be the case for me. I don’t care for it, and I don’t worry about it. Either way, it’s too depressing, and the thought of it has gotten the better of me in our encounters.

As a boy, the opposite sex, i.e. the females, never cease to confuse me. Without females, a regular straight man would probably slowly go insane and start questioning his sex life and BEGIN RANTING ABOUT HOW NO GIRL LIKES HIM… by the way, I’m single. The way I was raised, all girls are supposed to be repulsive until it’s time for me to marry, since I’m going to be having an arranged marriage. Still, guys can go crazy without girls. To be honest, anyone of any orientation usually goes crazy from lack of love, at least from what I’ve seen.

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I would continue writing, but I’d probably take up too much space, and you’d lose interest. Views don’t necessarily matter. It’s feedback. And views come through that. So as long as I get some comments, I’m fine.

PART II on the way.

You’re Obnoxious, But Don’t Take It Directly…

Before I get into the subject, let me say this. I’m not perfect. I’m not anything. Just peeved. I don’t mean to offend. But if I do, something clicked in your head, not mine. Something matched up. And, it’s very evident to me that I rant, believe it or not. But this blog isn’t for me. It’s for people who suffer from everything mentioned in it, especially stuff relating to school discrimination.

This word’s been coming up in my head for quite some time. What defines obnoxious? I keep on thinking of certain kids in my school. The ones who are so much embroiled in their own popularity, they logic seems to fade away from the reality of things. Some of them might understand reality, but continue to boast.

Take for instance, a guy who happens to have many friends that are girls, but finds the need to hug each of them in front of his not so lucky guy friends. Or maybe, the ones who make unnecessary faces, comments, or statements about other people who might be their friends’ behind their own back. Of course there might end up being the immature comments in response saying that this guy might be gay. Rude, hell yeah. Still, obnoxious nonetheless.

Surely, someone I know will read this and say it’s a direct stab towards them. To which I respond, it’s not them. It’s not anyone in particular, because many guys end up making such stupid moves. Should you suddenly stop? Not necessarily. But keep in mind, you don’t need to do what you do. Your own friends might even get pissed. Before anyone says it… no, I’m not pissed about the matter. Just a little bothered.

Just look at Facebook for ten seconds and you’ll see the light. It’s not that hard to find. Start off in the pictures. Good lord. The frightening yet obsessive need to post 5,000,000 pictures of oneself and then comment on each and every single one of them is creepy. You don’t even have to comment on them. Hell, you don’t even need 5,000,000 pictures. Just an unnecessarily ugly face. Not just silly. Gruesome. To get a point across. Or the person drunk beyond their mind and embarrassing himself or herself for everyone to see.

The question becomes why? Why act this way? It’s a different story when someone admits they’re obnoxious, or aren’t doing it on a constant basis or in several streaks of days. But when people don’t even realize it, there’s an obvious problem. There’s that hint of arrogance behind it. It’s almost as if they think too highly of themselves, when it’s just not necessary. It’s not “having fun.” If you’re in high school, everyone floats in the same boat. We haven’t accomplished enough to have a huge amount of pride in ourselves, and we won’t until long after graduation. That’s the reality of it.

Eh, if I keep ranting, I’ll end up looking obnoxious, too. But I need your thoughts.

Why be this way?

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