Malcolm James Furst
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Recycled Rant
THIS IS ACTUALLY SOMETHING I WROTE IN RESPONSE TO IZZY’S ORIGINAL POST HERE: http://izzytheartist.com/2008/11/30/get-your-family-on/
I THINK IT SAYS SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT, PARTICULARLY ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS, AND I’LL ADD MORE ABOUT THAT BELOW.
Izzy, the truth is—are you ready?—The truth is that we are in the midst of an unavoidable sociological technological tectonic shift away from deep and into shallow. We used to live in one place our whole lives never moving more than a few miles, and we KNEW that place. And we NEEDED our families because there wasn’t anybody else to depend on, and the world was a tough place back then, simple, but tough. But we KNEW our worlds back then. And now, who reads books when you can skim through glossy magazines with asses and tits popping out at you and just a few words in between? Who thinks deeply? Who needs to think deeply when we can skim and scan like androids can. And information is CHEAP, bra. And why listen to real people sing and rhyme when we can find the finest sound bite with the click of a key? Neurologists have discovered that our brains are changing, becoming better at the skin-deep and worse at the bone-deep.
What can we do? Go deep. Go deep. And know yourself, brother. Know yourself. Cuz if you don’t know who you are?
ADDENDUM: SO HERE’S THE DEAL. THIS SHIFT TO THE SUPERFICIAL IS IN everything we do—we read less, have shorter conversations, hell, we even snack more and eat real sit down meals less.What troubles me most is that this tendency to be superficial has worked its way into our relationships over the last few decades. I don’t just mean our tendency to choose partners for solely superficial reasons; it’s our tendency to stick with someone as long as we get what we want out of them, then toss them aside by breaking up, divorcing, whatever. And when I date, I find myself looking for reasons to end it, not for reasons to stick around. It’s like I’m channel surfing for people. The only thing is that no one can live up to our societal expectations as created by the mass media. And that’s all WRONG. Only when I spend time to get to know someone, really know them for all the wonders they offer will I see that those wonders and the not so wonderful parts TOGETHER make up a real, complex, living, human being who deserves my love, my attention, my frustration, my shyness, my generosity, my anger, my sadness, my passion, my compassion, my hope, all of me.
Dear Feminist 70’s T.V. Shows
From you, I learned that a liberated women doesn’t want me to see her for her outer beauty, only for what’s on the inside. I learned not to like what’s on the outside.
I learned that if I find a liberated woman with inner beauty, I shouldn’t ask her out. That would be sexist and insulting. If she’s interested, she’ll ask me.
I learned that if a liberated women with inner beauty asks me out, I’d better not open doors, buy her drinks, or pay for dinner. That would be old fashioned. She can do all of those things.
I learned that after dinner, a liberated women with inner beauty doesn’t want me to make the first move. That would be too macho. If she’s interested in romance, she’ll let me know.
From you, I learned that liberated women don’t need men at all, and that ALL women are liberated, or should be.
Damn you, Feminist 70’s T.V. Shows, you really fucked me up. How the hell am I supposed to overcome what I learned from you in those formative years?
Maybe I really do need a sugar mama.
The Enormity of it All
There are moments when I see so clearly the enormity of it, All. My bones rattle, like the dried slats of a wooden crate that holds nothing in, keeps nothing out. In those moments, I realize that I am neither inside, nor outside, nor the crate itself, and I realize that you are neither with me, nor away from me, always and forever.
SHE SAID he said
“I need your forgiveness,” she said. “I had some special feelings for you, and I know I hurt you.”
“You did,” he said.
“I did what felt right at the time, but I know I caused you pain.”
“Uh huh.”
“Since I saw you, I’ve been born again. I’m a Christian now. . .”
“Oh.”
“. . . and there’s a part of my heart that needs your forgiveness. I need you to forgive me to help lift this weight from my mind and heart.”
“Are you going to ask me?” he said.
“I know that I hurt you a lot, and you don’t owe me anything, but can you forgive me?”
“I forgive you.”
“That was easy.”
“I was always easy.”
What are invented words like these called?
Isolutionism: the practice of finding answers by oneself.