Everyone has to fit in. A few are good at most things they try, but most aren’t. So we get by by finding the thing we think we can do, and then trying to do that as best we can so that we burrow out our own little niche where, no matter what anyone else does, we will always fit in, ‘cos that’s what we do.
The world looks like it is fading fast; I might seem like I have made decent progress over the last few years, but the more it seems that way, the less it seems that way. I wish I had my niche, but it isn’t anywhere on the horizon.
There should be a book of rules on life, that dedicated an entire chapter to finding one’s niche. But if there was, I’d probably have rejected it anyway. Aloha irony.
I guess it’s all relative and a matter of varying perspective. Some days, everything is totally worth it and some times you have to wonder whether that is true at all.
Speaking of which, no one can know The Truth, because no one actually sees it. Now I get why people make such a big deal of this whole ‘enlightenment’ thing.
The way things are going, tomorrow could be the start of a new war. You could evaporate without ever finding your niche. You could cease to exist without ever finding the love of your life. You could go, without ever saying what you mean or meaning what you say; or both. You could end without ever starting.
“... they say Jump, you say How High?”
Corrine Bailey Rae – Like A Star
Texas – Inner Smile
01. X is extreme; obviously
02. X is algebraic; the universally intuitive variable
03. X is androgynous; until it forms a chromosome pair
04. X is je ne sais quoi
05. X is vulgar; red neon does nicely
06. X is retro
07. X is now; I wish they’d make up their minds whether it’s called Gen X or Gen Y, though…
08. X is ambiguous; we’re calling it the X-Ray?
09. X is abbreviational; Xmission, X86, etc.
10. X is puzzling
11. X is powerful
12. X is prohibitive
13. X is provocative
14. X is prefixual; as in “my ex-BFF, Jill”
15. X is girly
16. X is manly
17. X is musical; Los Angeles
18. X is religious; see: Xmas
19. X is dangerous; see: Jolly Roger
20. X is sexual; three is company
21. X is heroic; just ask Jean Grey
22. X is new and improved; but we’re still calling it the X-Ray??
23. X is mysterious; ever played Scotland Yard?
24. X marks the spot; good for Piratey Swag
“Better watch your soul; it’ll leave you like a hundred bucks”
Scissor Sisters – Filthy/Gorgeous
Belinda Carlisle – Leave A Light On For Me
Electric Light Orchestra – Mr. Blue Sky
I remember how, when I was young, I often sat by the window, gazing out at the colours and wishing that when I grew up I could be one of those people who defined COOL. Don’t assume that I wanted to be a pop star or hip designer… I wanted to be the head of a corporation bent on monopoly that decided what its weak-minded consumers ate, watched, drank, wore and smoked. Or better yet, the head of a single organization bent on monopoly, represented by a bunch of apparently unassociated conglomerates that divide among themselves the rights to influence individual aspects of their weak-minded consumers’ lives.
Fine, I lied… this only occurred to me today while I was practicing my domination technique. When I was a kid I probably wanted to grow up into a tree.
It’s so utterly miserable that no matter how much you might want to be original, almost everything you are is not what you are. It needn’t be subliminal programming that countercultures and conspiracy theorists like to believe in. As far as I’ve seen, it’s all right out there in broad daylight, in every medium that exists. Everything is projected onto you in one way or another, maybe purposefully, sometimes ricocheting off the next person, but when one of those rays eventually sneaks one of its dirty little tendrils around you, you’re already the newest victim of urban culture.
Being a tree would be nice, though. Trees are cool.
“The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here.”
Rage Against The Machine – Wake Up
Joe Anderson and Salma Hayek – Happiness Is A Warm Gun
The rise of Floyd!
Little Ernie was having a problem with his homework. “Dad,” he asked, “What is the difference between ‘anger’ and ‘exasperation’?”
“Well, son,” said his father, “I’ll give you a practical demonstration.”
His father picked up the phone and dialled a number.
“Hello,” said a voice at the other end.
“Hello,” said Ernie’s father. “Is Melvin there?”
“There is no one called Melvin here!” the voice replied. “Why don’t you look up numbers before you dial them?”
“You see?” said Ernie’s father. “That man was not at all happy with our call. But watch this!”
He then dialled the number again, and says, “Hello, is Melvin there?”
“Now look here!” the voice said angrily. “I told you there is no Melvin here! You’ve got a lot of nerve calling again!”
“Did you hear that?” Ernie’s father asked. “That was ‘anger’. Now, we’ll see what ‘exasperation’ is!”
He dialled once again. And on hearing the voice at the other end, Ernie’s father said: “Hello! This is Melvin. Have there been any calls for me?”
Young girl: If I go up to your room, do you promise to be good?
Young man: Baby, I promise to be FANTASTIC!
Bacteria: The rear entrance to a cafeteria
Dogma: The mother of puppies
Ultimate: The last person to marry
Vice versa: Dirty poems
A rather inebriated fellow on a bus was tearing up a newspaper into tiny pieces and throwing them out the window.
“Excuse me,” said the woman sitting next to him. “But, would you mind explaining what you’re doing?”
“It scares away the elephants,” replied the drunk.
“But I don’t see any elephants around here,” said the woman.
“Bloody effective, i’nnit?” crowed he.
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Damien Rice – 9 Crimes
Radiohead – Fake Plastic Trees
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Two-five is here at last. It’s not as though it dropped in unexpectedly, but two-four was bad enough without adding another year. I expect/want to live till I’m 55 (or did I say 2055 AD?) so I may be close to halfway there already.Floyd: Wow, did you use your fingers to count that? Happy Birthday, doofus.Considering that I’ve only really gone about life for about 11 years and slept one third of that time away, that leaves me with some 7 and change years done and an actual 20 to go. All my versatile number crunching may be obvious arithmetic, but I’m bad at telling this sort of thing.I hate my computer. I want to write for the sake of writing, but as soon as I sit down in front of the keyboard, the words dry up until I find a half decent laxative. I don’t write when I’m emotional, I write simply for the enjoyment. I am probably my own biggest fan, not because I’m narcissistic but because I can go back as an unbiased reader and judge everything I’ve ever written and sometimes hate it, but sometimes love it too. And I love that I can love my own stuff.Floyd: There’s a word for self-lovin’ y’know…The rest of this post: CANCELED in favour of self-loving.“If I could be who you wanted, All the time”Opus – Live Is LifeSheryl Crow – If It Makes You HappyNow frequenting: Wendy Molyneux at
http://fakeinterviewswithrealcelebrities.blogspot.com
Everyone has to fit in. A few are good at most things they try, but most aren’t. So we get by by finding the thing we think we can do, and then trying to do that as best we can so that we burrow out our own little niche where, no matter what anyone else does, we will always fit in, ‘cos that’s what we do.
