Month: March 2005

I’ve noticed that the new fad in phraseology is to say about the most miniscule of things that one is “over it.” I find this to be perplexing since that phrase is usually used only after a protracted and emotionally exhausting relationship between two people has come to a definitive end. So now we have people being “over” their half eaten sandwich and so on and so forth. What does this say about the society when such a previously intense and firm statement can be used about the most inane of endeavors?
I don’t know. But it is funny. I think people in this politically charged and stressful time are just advertising their apathy in such a way that emulates a self-conscious child craving attention. To say I’m not scared usually shows that fear is a factor. To say “I’m over that . . .” Is to say that at some point you were not that it meant something to you. A sandwich is a good meal, the sustenance that I can get from it is about as much as it means to me it is not comparable to the love of another person or my stakes in some college team taking it all the way at the final four. I don’t mean to think that the priorities of people using this phrase are out of whack (it is just a fad and I’m sure I’ll jump on the bandwagon soon enough) but the use of this phrase ad nauseum shows a clear fear on the part of people to be sincere about what they do value.
The way I see it the two alternatives are that people become addicted to every element of their lives such that they are no longer over (definite) things but rather much like a person in some annoymous program are constatly recovering (ambiguous) from things. OR (and I prefer this one) people move on to an even more absolute phrase declaring: “that sandwich is dead to me” and so on and so forth.

Honestly, how I feel right now:
I can’t negotiate this world to get a win, ever.
I can’t figure out a way to deal with people and be one at the same time without alienating myself.
No one thinks I’m funny except myself [though I enjoy having such an exclusive audience]
I get all the shitty feelings and none of the good ones. [Frankly I believe there are less of those to go around these days so I don’t take that all that personally]
Nothing is a good substitute for actually being happy. [Nostalgia, whatever]
I don’t feel better after a good exercise. [Just tired]
For me it’s usually about a girl or a videogame. [hey in a world this shitty I’ve got my priorities]
I accumulate a great deal of wrath from being ignored [I respect everyone else enough to pay attention even if I don’t care oh well off to the high rocking horse for me]
That’s enough for now. [If all else fails go watch TV]

In an age where there are more ways for people to communicate it seems that communication of both the inter and intra (why not) forms is not better. It is still incredibly difficult to organize and get things accomplished. Hell is other people and this is why. Seems easy to dismiss, everyone else’s faults of organization. I know I’m only as capable as my ability to consistently communicate effectively while demanding (and let’s face it when it comes to getting things done that’s ultimately the way) the attention and respect of those with which communication is needed.

With this attitude everything becomes some kind of harsh battle to tame the chaos of other people’s hang ups and lives. It profits not to have six different ways to contact a person if they aren’t really ever there. Once again no one gets it, no one likes it and definitely no one cares about your difficulty in getting it done. [whatever it is who cares]

The alternative is a solitude surrounded by this chaos which is only less terrifying than a complete detachment from the external; a bleak loneliness that in the end we all must face. Though for some it is the sole experience of existence the only way while others get to occasionally enjoy some kind of seemingly spontaneous joy of human interaction.

People are people, nothing seems to change, and it keeps repeating.