Life's gone a bit weird. Ever since I changed my perception a while back, it's been 50/50 that this might actually be a season of the Truman show. When I changed my mind that time, the world responded by changing itself, and it's a really strange chicken and egg thing because I can't really tell which came first. Life as a whole is clearly into all those chicken and egg things, and I suppose it doesn't really matter which came first because both are delicious. The theme in my life following that has been unfinished business, and I've been occupied with being shown bits of myself and my memory so that they may be re-evaluated to determine their new worth and meaning.
I don't know that I've had one original thought in my life. Something tells me there are as many ways to an awakening as there are people, and I've cobbled together an image of a revolution from little bits of existence and many parts that rang true for me from movies and certain teevee show(s) impersonating movies. Battlestar Galactica appealed to me on a base level, so much so that it in fact may have been written just for me. Indeed: "From the moment I open my eyes, she's in my blood, like cheap wine. Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret. I'll never be free of her, nor do I want to be. For she is what I am, all that is, should always be." Remakes are the defining characteristic of our generation, and it's definitely worth wondering if our world PC is running a shitty OS when you read that they're rebooting Spider-Man. I've heard that Galactica may well have been commissioned by the military. If that's the case I'd say that they frakked up, but maybe they really didn't. I've distanced myself from it and other ideas out of media recently, and I don't rely so much any more on the familiar old paths they set. Clearly.
Marijuana is a really strange drug. It helps you relax by making you paranoid, and allows you to focus on the inner stillness by making thoughts more uncontrollable. You can see here how the brain forms and removes connections, and I'm fairly certain that the sacred 'erb gives ideas a shakedown by submitting them to the earthquake test. I like to think that fundamental truths have slipped into the world media like cannabis has slipped into our culture, against the wishes and worst efforts of the mammonite powers that were. At the same time, it's probably also healthy to wonder whether we've been programmed in these same ways. If this were true, there should be no way to tell whether we've been defeated by a higher power.
Advertisements for banks would have us believe that every life is sacred and precious, and yet people are apparently satisfied with pissing their unique little snowflake existence away on a manufactured version of some approved cookie cutter template, toiling their hours through on monotonous tasks to enrich those very same banks. Some people like their jobs, and I hold out the idea of a worthwhile 9-5 occupation as a statistical possibility. Then again, some people like getting pissed on too. It seems that people generally avoid straying off the familiar routes in fear of possibly being wrong, and in this way they cling to old habits and the investment they see in all the things they've learned. When you detach from your little personal drama and lift your nose from the grindstone, it becomes evident that your life is one among billions. Then it's no longer such a tragedy that you could turn out to be wrong, as you will many times, when the reward could be an experience and understanding that enriches your life and that of everyone you come into contact with. Either way, it will soon be evident whether the fight against seemingly unbeatable odds was/is worth it. In the end I suppose it all comes down to whether you want to be a spectator of your life or a participant.