Can we be ruined?
Can we come upon something or someone that is so mind-fucking fantastic that anything/one after is just an utter disappointment?
I'm inclined to say probably. But maybe it's not so much these fan-freaking-tastic people or things that ruin us, maybe, like most things, it's our own fucking fault. After all, nobody builds expectations but us. Nobody gives us hopes and dreams, goals and aspirations. You can't blame you're daddy issues or you're Oedipus complex for that personal menagerie of self delusion, created only by that small, teary eyed kid inside all of us. That whinny, self indulged lack of contentment that festers and screams until finally we get the idea to shoot for the stars, reach for the moon and usually end up descending back to earth in a crumbled paper doll mess with increased bitterness stamped hard on your soul like an plagerism on your permanent record.
and if we do succeeded, which brings us back to the original point, we eventually find that success is fleeting and live the rest of our lives out like a dried fruit; all the juices sucked out of us.
We ruin ourselves by looking for things like the perfect job, a meaningful education and a talent or passion we can be proud of - not to mention the constant search for THE BIG O.
and there's the question as to how we can be ruined. Physically, obviously - Which often inspires the most horrendous attempts to gain what one once had (see: vaginal rejuvenation surgery). Then there's those pesky emotions, which are as easily ripped to shreds as a pro-life pamphlet. I don't even want to begin to think about the numerous ways one can ruin their personality (don't all shitty things contribute to this?).
What they neglect to tell you, is that when you do get a hold of this things with ruining potential, it is very unlikely you will manage to keep that hold (or worse, want to), and even less likely that you will find them again. Even worse then that is the fact that there is no whole package: trust me kiddies, you can have great sex with no emotional fulfillment and vice versa. It's a cruel, cruel world.
So we're left, victim to that grade school obsession with gold star achievement, to wander incessantly and try to eventually be happy with what we have. Now, don't get me wrong, what we have is pretty fucking good. After all this is North America, land of tax free savings and accessible marijuana. But who's ever really happy with what they've got.
So get to it champs, chase those falling stars and then decide whether or not you want to try and seek contentment in what you've got. That, or stick your head in an oven.
'DILF' of the Week
Thomas Jane, from HBO's 'Hung'. Dude makes a semi-butt chin look good and he's a major player in the hairy chest revolution. Plus, he apparently played The Punisher in that adaptation that no one saw, bad ass, and my personal favorite, he's supposed to play Cal MacDonald from Criminal Macabre in the film adaptation.Good shit, check it out.
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