"Without that knowledge, your understanding is like cheese wrapped in cellophane...it's just not as savory."
I heard this fantastic quote on the bus ride home tonight. Now, I'm not a cheese officianado, but, this guy does speak to me on the cellophane remark. Nasty shit- makes everything taste plasticy in my mouth (and NO, I'm not so moronic that I forget to remove the cellophane prior to consumption). Kind of like the inverse of terribly prepared tofu. Instead of tasting like it's surrounding environment's composition, it alters the timbre of the food it surrounds. And like I said, it doesn't so much alter the timbre as completely desecrate it. But why am I talking about cellophane? That's not even the focus of the quote. Meh. Hell, the quote isn't even what I wanted to babble about. In fact, what I really wanted to irritate you all with is my oggling over one of my favorite topics:
The city public transportation units and their wayfarers.
You know, riding the bus is fascinating to me. I ride it every morning to work and every evening back home. The morning ride sucks because everyone is pissed off that they are awake and the bus drivers are less than chipper. On top of that, I get on the bus every morning at the same time, so the crowd is getting kind of stale if you know what I mean. However, the evening ride always has a fresh stock and for those of you who know me, you know quite well how much I enjoy people watching. People are so stupid, I just get a kick out of it. Everyone on the bus acts so insecure, I guess it's because they are in a confined space with strangers and feel like they are being scrutinized by the other 5-25 people on board. Which is hilarious to me because in reality everyone is trying their hardest NOT to look around.
Save me.
XD I love watching people when they think they are being watched because it's interesting to see them try to project a certain image. Most of the time, people just end up looking fucking moronic, but I think it is tirelessly entertaining to watch their horrible attempts. It's curious to think about why people try to act a certain way, I mean, what do they reveal about themselves when they are under intense scrutination? Basically, I've come to the conclusion that people should just stop trying. I mean, you look stoooopid. It's amazing how much easier it is to act yourself. When you stop caring about what other people think about you, it's been my experience that you end up finding out what and who you value. And shockingly, I've come to believe that your greatest asset is to simply be honest with others about who you are. People seem to be drawn to that, and after close examination, I've have surmised that society appreciates frankness and associate confidence with that quality.
Which, interestingly and seemingly contradictorily correlates with one of my life mantras, which devastatingly has been hallmarked into "fake it until you make it." I'm pretty sure it's obvious why this seems to be the West to the East of the "know thyself" philosophy I just presented. I suppose I should amend the Fake n' Bake style statement to make myself clearer. Basically, if I don't feel confident about myself, I just bullshit confidence out my ass and pretend like I don't give a damn what other people think about me. I think it's one of the reasons why I rarely get embarrassed for myself (either that or my epically traumatic big bang story from 2nd grade...hmmm...I shall reveal this savory story to y'all later I think o__O). In the end I guess it's a huge cosmic joke- act yourself but pretend to be satisfied with it (even though we all know everyone doesn't ooze self-confidence quite like a streaker or Clint Eastwood or Ichigo Kurasaki or Karen Walker or...well, you get the picture...). But folks, that's my outlook on social interactions. I don't really give people credit to change, and I sure as hell don't think that my ability to change holds any water, so I figure, hey, I'm the single laziest person I know- why on God's green earth would I put in all that wasted effort to be someone I'm not? Point and case:
I won't.
What I will be doing, is staring at people awkwardly until they sweat bullets. Because honestly dude, what do you think my impression of you is? Yeah, sure, I'm going to analyze you- I'm a scientist goddamn it. But, like Dr. Brennan says, psychology is a soft science, and I that's a field of study suck wholly at. Combine that with my laziness and self-absorption and what do you get? Someone who really doesn't give a rat's ass and isn't going to actively remember you, let alone muse on you, after she exits the bus.
Now, now, don't think I'm asking you to start acting yourself dear public. Please, continue to pretend to be the dumb blonde or the rich, young hotshot. Please! Because I adore watching you fuck up.
No, seriously.
By the way, insomuch as my delightful title goes- well said Willow (from Buffy the Vampire Slayer).
And, because I've been habitually trained not to plagurize (hahahaha...hahaha...nah, I'm just fucking with you, I actually love this guy's page), here's the web URL at which I've found a ton of inspiration for titles:
http://llamakeeper.com/quotes.html#witty
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