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Is life truly so painful, that many of us seek to be sedated with things like food, music, poetry, alcohol and drugs? What about life makes it so painful, that escaping it seems like bliss? I wish I knew. Yet we pursue our poisons in excess until they kill us: our love of food becomes heart disease and diabetes, our love of alcohol becomes failed organs and relationships, our love of drugs dulls our awareness and make terrible things seem okay. And what about poetry and books, where we live the memories of the authors instead of creating our own? We need higher and higher doses for the same escape each time.

Is reality really too much information to take in? So overstimulating, that we need to dull our senses to enjoy the beauty of it in small pieces? Perhaps there is no escape from making the choice of which poison we choose to escape the normal discomfort of reality. It’s much easier to create our own world which makes us ignorant of everything around us.

Just like how when we look at a rose, we ignore everything around it in order to focus on the Christmas of its red petals and green leaves, the thorns and its fragrance. It seems like the flower itself has a universe of its own that becomes more apparent when we ignore our own. Maybe we are looking for our own roses.

No Reservations On Black Friday

So Black Friday, why do we call it Black Friday? Perhaps there’s a racial undertone towards black people: deals so cheap, it feels like you’re stealing. Black is often used as an adjective for hidden things, and unfortunately carries a negative connotation. The government conducts “black” operations that we don’t know about, we drink black coffee to hide that we are tired, the color black is also known as the absence of all color. Black Friday: maybe we’re trying to hide how miserable we really are as Americans with buying things. We use credit (money we don’t have) to spend on things we don’t need (consumer marketing) to impress people we don’t really know ( Facebook, twitter, and tumblr).

This morning, I reached over to grab my phone. The time read 8:05 AM, and the battery died about 5 seconds later. I forgot to charge the damn thing last night. You see, my charger is located in vastly far region of… next to my bed. Now, a normal person in this situation would simply make it a point to charge their phone regularly. Not me and my brain: “Hey, it’s Black Friday. I should get a battery-pack enhancer for my phone.” What an idea! Something to take my laziness to the next level of pathetic.

I like Black Friday, but not because of the sales on flat-screen TV’s, flashy new tablets or sharp knives that can cut through my shoes: so much pointless merchandise! I like Black Friday because it illustrates how America is progressing as a country. About twenty-four hours previous to Black Friday we celebrate Thanksgiving, formerly a farmer’s holiday to celebrate a successful crop harvest. I couldn’t remember the last time I grew something, so instead I gave thanks for can openers this year. I once tried growing a pineapple tree. It took too long, so I just went to the store and brought one. But then I had to cut it, and screw manual labor, so I ended up bringing home a can of sliced pineapples, and ate them. Couldn’t have done it without the can opener. Makes my life 100 times easier.

The first Thanksgiving is popularly considered to be the day when Puritans learned how to farm from the native tribes. Before the Natives lent a hand, these people were dying from starvation, malnutrition and disease. The indigenous people had survival skills, and the Puritans needed them. But little did the indigenous people know that their kindness would be reciprocated with The Trail of Tears, Manifest Destiny, crappy housing reservations, and an annual “holiday” to remind them of how badly they got fucked over. In return, they eventually sucked out their land, exiled their people and raped their daughters like parasites.

Black Friday: a day of shopping gluttony, preceded by a day of Thanksgiving food gluttony, followed by a Saturday of holiday media gluttony. If there’s a reason why Americans are the most obese people in the world, this might have something to do with it. But I still have some “reservations” about how we treat people.

Screw “Y.O.L.O.” And Escargot

You only live once!

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If rap lyrics make people aware about having limited time on Earth, and if one of those morons plows through a mountain of cocaine and dies, they will not receive my sympathy. In fact, I wouldn’t feel sympathy for anyone who died doing what they wanted. I’d be happy for them! Wouldn’t you? We all have to die eventually. The other day, I read an article about a married Japanese couple that had sex for the first time. Both died at climax from heart attack. What a way to go!

It makes you wonder about people. If the phrase “YOLO” stimulates a response in the cerebral cortex of people to make stupid decisions… the reality of their life must have sucked pretty bad. You’ve got other problems if rap lyrics are the “10 Commandments” of your life. I would suggest a better source of motivation. Perhaps Buddhism. Those guys seem pretty detached from the world.

A lot of people give Drake, and most recently, Nikki Minaj, criticism about not living their lifestyle according to their lyrics. Honestly, who cares? Most people don’t even have the money to live a posh lifestyle, so perhaps their disillusionment needs to be facilitated with drugs and alcohol. I have no complaint towards actor-turned-rapper Drake, or the message he delivers. Actually, inspiration can come from any source. The other day, I accidentally stepped on a snail outside my door. I was really upset. But then I realized that escargot might actually taste disgusting, and it inspired me to never try it.

People fail to understand that popular media figures don’t dictate how we should live life, they are just a reflection of our crappy selves. We used to think it was stupid that Romans killed the messenger if they weren’t satisfied with the message. Now we worship messengers that bring us unsatisfying messages. What the hell is going on?

Maybe I’ll try escargot if explicitly stated on Nikki Minaj’s new single.