||[Feb. 12th, 2009|06:02 pm]
jimmy tooth nixon
I want to tell you some shit that this thing made me think about.
1.) Romance and romantic relationships are for suckers. I don't know why, but this shit has made me angry. Life is a series of things to be done for different reasons. Some things have to be done alone. But being involved in a romance makes one more likely to think that two can do it better. No. Two people are a crowd in some cases, and being in a relationship is going to get in the fucking way. Some things have to be done by more than one person, but I'm gonna let you know that those things need to be done by more than two people. In the gauzy haze of romance, you may try to tell yourself that you can do everything important in a two-person method, but you're wrong. You either need to widen out and embrace a larger group of people with every bit of passion that you have been reserving for your favorite, or you need to suck it up and be by yourself. Because that's what this is all about. Romance is an elaborate way for your body to get you to make a baby, and it's enforced by the insecurities we've been taught to live with. You want to fuck because somewhere in the back of your head, you want to make a baby. And you want someone to help you be okay. No. No. You're not okay, and no one can fix that. Fuck what everyone says, and own up. Being alone and trying to work out what is wrong with you is in so many ways superior to being lazy and thinking it's okay to be a jerk because one person is as needy as you are.
2.) I'm not trying to tell you that you should have sex with anyone you want. No. Because sex is fucking boring and awkward and gross. You need to live like a monk and fix your own shit instead of making internet cartoons telling everyone to get a real job so someone will love them, because.
3.) Fuck someone loving you and fuck a real job! Just get a job. Who cares what it pays, because like I said, and like Jesus tried to tell you fools, you need to sell all your shit and live like a monk while you're figuring out what's wrong with you. If being a barista is enough for you, money wise and/or ambition wise, then do it. It's easy. Just don't work corporate and you'll probably be pretty happy. Once you establish a work history in small businesses, then other small businesses will be more willing to hire you. They won't pay much, but you need to quit buying so much shit anyway, even for other people. If you want to make a gesture to show that you care for someone, then you need to do better than giving them some trinket you had no more hand in than trading pieces of paper for it. So fuck what they said about that. And also, don't think think I'm telling you to try and make money with creative endeavors or to "do what you love." No. Don't try to pay the bills doing what you're passionate about. If you care enough about it, i would try to avoid involving the poisonous taint of the dreaded greenback.
Two great minds on this:
Charles Ives: "Perhaps the birth of art will take place at the moment in which the last man who is willing to make a living out of art is gone and gone forever..." (I want you to know that Charles Ives worked at an insurance agency until he died, all the while being one of the most inventive and productive American composers of his time. He poured needed funds into the art world by working elsewhere, instead of stealing the dreaded greenbacks from where they were needed.)
Cindy Lauper: "Money changes everything."
You know? I mean, I don't care what the fuck any of you do. I don't care what anyone does. But I have enough trouble knowing that everyone thinks my worldview is wrong without being confronted with abrasive and shittily drawn comics about why it's wrong.