There's this alien film at the cinema. It looks scaaary..
.. but 90% of movies are scaaary for me so, its beyond the point. What is within the point is the following;
I was trying to think of a good excuse to convince myself I should stop eating meat; the real reasons being that it makes me fat quicker and that how they "grow" the meat today is not altogether too healthy. But the real reason did not stop me from eating it so plan B was to decieve myself with a fake reason. Now that I'm past that phase; yes, it was a stupid plan, but it actually led me to a really good reason why I (and everyone else for that matter) should stop eating meat.
Ok, Goodnight and see you at the next blog post.
Haha, no. Jokes apart. We eat meat, ie: we exterminate other creatures (and the only reason why they are not extinct is that we actually mass produce them so we can eventually exterminate them) because people believe the Survival of the Fittest Theory. Ok, fine. But that equation is nice and comfy because we are the fittest. The chickens that we eat cannot think on the same lines because, hey, they're not the fittest. So, thinking back about the movie, I put in aliens that are actually fitter than human beings into the equation, and surprise! the equation is no longer comfortable. If carnivor aliens had to come along, according to the equation that humans so carefully devised, they would have all the right in the world to eat us. And we would not have any "voce in capitolo". Terrifying and cringing to say the least.
Basically now I get the feeling that the Survival of the Fittest Theory is just a lame excuse that we invented to make us less guilty of killing other creatures.
For now its just a feeling/incling. I'll let it age for a while in my parking lot and see what turns up.. but its definitly some to CHEW ON ..
*munch*
Showing posts with label illumination of sorts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illumination of sorts. Show all posts
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
it turns out that..
It turns out that Prince Charmings exist, but they are oh so boringly perfect.
It turns out that sushi is delicious!
It turns out that life is short.
It turns out that life is short and complicated.
It turns out that life is short, complicated, but extremely simple to figure out.
It turns out that mothers are always right.
It turns out that good looks get you wherever you like.
It turns out that to look good you have to feel good.
It turns out that in life there will always be someone that is better than you, no matter how hard you try.
It turns out that all men have the same thing in mind..
It turns out that women like it that way, somehow.
It turns out that the harder you look for something, the less you are going to find it.
It turns out that even a silver stick has a dirty part.. nothing is perfect.
It turns out that life has very queer coincidences.
It turns out that that they are still coincidences.
It turns out that menopause is horrid on women.
It turns out that it is even worse for their husbands.
It turns out that younger sibblings are always the better off.
It turns out that the length of your legs is inversely proportional to the size of your brain.
It turns out that the answer to the ultimate question about life, the universe and everything IS 42.
It turns out that it is also the largest number you can use in Super 5, by a strange coincidence.
It turns out that life is fair after all.. €1,000,000 had to be split between 2 rather than 1 lucky winner.
It turns out that many women are arses when driving.
It turns out that this doesn't mean that men are good drivers.. on the contrary.
It turns out that whatever disress you might have, someone else is in a worse state than you.
It turns out that you start wondering who the poor guy is.
AMEN.
Ps, it turns out that these are the revelations of just one day.
It turns out that sushi is delicious!
It turns out that life is short.
It turns out that life is short and complicated.
It turns out that life is short, complicated, but extremely simple to figure out.
It turns out that mothers are always right.
It turns out that good looks get you wherever you like.
It turns out that to look good you have to feel good.
It turns out that in life there will always be someone that is better than you, no matter how hard you try.
It turns out that all men have the same thing in mind..
It turns out that women like it that way, somehow.
It turns out that the harder you look for something, the less you are going to find it.
It turns out that even a silver stick has a dirty part.. nothing is perfect.
It turns out that life has very queer coincidences.
It turns out that that they are still coincidences.
It turns out that menopause is horrid on women.
It turns out that it is even worse for their husbands.
It turns out that younger sibblings are always the better off.
It turns out that the length of your legs is inversely proportional to the size of your brain.
It turns out that the answer to the ultimate question about life, the universe and everything IS 42.
It turns out that it is also the largest number you can use in Super 5, by a strange coincidence.
It turns out that life is fair after all.. €1,000,000 had to be split between 2 rather than 1 lucky winner.
It turns out that many women are arses when driving.
It turns out that this doesn't mean that men are good drivers.. on the contrary.
It turns out that whatever disress you might have, someone else is in a worse state than you.
It turns out that you start wondering who the poor guy is.
AMEN.
Ps, it turns out that these are the revelations of just one day.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
aah finally! I figured out what that feeling of incompatibility (similar to a tingly feeling in your eye which no matter how much you rub, pull, squash are stretch it stays put, and finally you decide to stop trying to make it go away, even though it is bloody irritating)..was.
Why ain't I all that comfortable on high heels (even if I like them so), and why don't I feel that instinctive need to spend hours every morning doing my hair and applying layers of foundation? I am woman.. I feel it boiling in my blood but I've always had the suspision that the boiling womanly blood in my veins doesn't exactly boil in the same way as other women's.
Today I finally saw what that tingly feeling is. Women that spend hours on makeup and on their hair(which most of the time, after all those hours of care, still turns out STRAIGHT and plain), women that seem as comfortable on sky-high heels as I would feel on a gigantic goose-feather pillow, women whose hair stays in place no matter which gale-force wind is blowing, women who manage to keep their lipgloss no matter how much vodka-coke they drink.. and I could go on forever.. well, these women all fit in one, of two catergories which classify in a very simple manner all the women of the world. The OUTs and the INs.
The outs are the ones you see. You notice them immediately, with all your senses. These are the women referred to in quotes such as "I was in Italy last week, and the women there are gorgeous." They were genetically programmed to want to be seen, and they have a very high self esteem which is constantly alimented by other people. These women have a natural charm, a magnet which draws all types and kinds of people.
The Ins, on the other hand are the invisible type. They feel people's gazes burn into their skins and they have a natural inclination towards walking in shadows (of trees AND of other people) and talking in inaudable pitches of volume. They might be pleasant to look at, but they spend time cultivating not their outer skin, but the massive world within them. They are so connected with what is inside them that many times they become translucent. The one thing that they have in common is that none of them is ever the lucky protagonist of the famous viral infection: love-at-first-sight.
And before I start sounding like one of those quizes were you get classified an &(£$_ if you scored a majority of As.. I want you to understand that both categories are beautiful, because both are women. However.. being a proud (even if genetically forced) member of the latter category, I vote for the Ins, and invite you to look better at people who don't jump into your focus, listen better to their ideas and check out their ass a lill bit longer. cheers.
Why ain't I all that comfortable on high heels (even if I like them so), and why don't I feel that instinctive need to spend hours every morning doing my hair and applying layers of foundation? I am woman.. I feel it boiling in my blood but I've always had the suspision that the boiling womanly blood in my veins doesn't exactly boil in the same way as other women's.
Today I finally saw what that tingly feeling is. Women that spend hours on makeup and on their hair(which most of the time, after all those hours of care, still turns out STRAIGHT and plain), women that seem as comfortable on sky-high heels as I would feel on a gigantic goose-feather pillow, women whose hair stays in place no matter which gale-force wind is blowing, women who manage to keep their lipgloss no matter how much vodka-coke they drink.. and I could go on forever.. well, these women all fit in one, of two catergories which classify in a very simple manner all the women of the world. The OUTs and the INs.
The outs are the ones you see. You notice them immediately, with all your senses. These are the women referred to in quotes such as "I was in Italy last week, and the women there are gorgeous." They were genetically programmed to want to be seen, and they have a very high self esteem which is constantly alimented by other people. These women have a natural charm, a magnet which draws all types and kinds of people.
The Ins, on the other hand are the invisible type. They feel people's gazes burn into their skins and they have a natural inclination towards walking in shadows (of trees AND of other people) and talking in inaudable pitches of volume. They might be pleasant to look at, but they spend time cultivating not their outer skin, but the massive world within them. They are so connected with what is inside them that many times they become translucent. The one thing that they have in common is that none of them is ever the lucky protagonist of the famous viral infection: love-at-first-sight.
And before I start sounding like one of those quizes were you get classified an &(£$_ if you scored a majority of As.. I want you to understand that both categories are beautiful, because both are women. However.. being a proud (even if genetically forced) member of the latter category, I vote for the Ins, and invite you to look better at people who don't jump into your focus, listen better to their ideas and check out their ass a lill bit longer. cheers.
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