Childhood Memories

The human brain has the power of retaining and recalling past experiences. The more amazing ability of the human brain though is perhaps its ability to automatically repress and hide unwanted or traumatic memories. Unfortunately, for reasons unknown, our brains will not repress certain thoughts or memories that we consciously choose to no longer think about. Sometimes, our memories become faded due to the killing of brain cells. A night that you go out drinking heavily for example you will most likely not remember the next morning. 

June 20, 2007, 4:00 PM. HAFTR High School Graduation. They have been waiting for this moment constantly throughout their four grueling years stuck in that school. They line up and begin to walk down the aisle to their assigned seats at the front of the auditorium. Parents and loved ones are yelling, cheering, shouting words of encouragement to the graduating class they have watched progress throughout their longs years of academia. What a sight. Maroon gowns flowing on the boys, angelic whites on the girls. Everyone seems ecstatic. In truth though, the students are awaiting an even greater celebration; the after party.  Speeches, cheers, more speeches, more cheers. Everyone stands, tassels are switched over, caps are thrown. Students are graduates. Minds are racing with thoughts of the future, thoughts of families and friends waiting for them, but one thought in particular stands out more than the rest: lets get the fuck out of here.

June 20, 2007, 9:00 PM. HAFTR High School After Party. Slowly the graduates arrive at the party house. As the kids come, so do the drinks and other substances one would expect to find at a post high school graduation party. This is the night where cliques are no more. Friends are not only drinking with friends, but with enemies as well. Jocks are smoking with losers.  Cheerleaders are talking to bookworms. After four years of struggle there is peace. The party goes on for what seems like hours. All of a sudden there are flashing lights. Cops. Everyone runs. Overreaction; they just asked to keep it down so that they neighbors could sleep in peace. They even congratulated the graduated and wished them luck in the future. It’s only 11:30. More drinking, more smoking, more kissing, more chatting. People are vomiting, people are pissing. Nobody cares. It’s a night of total carelessness for these recent alumni. After four years together they are finally together. 

It’s getting late. People are sick. People are tired. People are drunk. People are stoned, yet enough people are sober to make sure everyone gets home safely. Hundreds of beers, countless bottles of rum, vodka, scotch, and even tequila vanished completely into the bodies of ninety or so teenagers. Those who will remember in the morning will never forget. Those who wont remember, will never forget either. 

Memories are perhaps bodies most amazing approach to depression and happiness. Weather to remove depression and bring happiness, or vice versa, memories are the key. The most peculiar thing about them is the fact that we have no conscious control over them. Weather due to drinking, or drug use where most memories would disappear forever, some will stay. It’s almost as if they are fighting to stay part of our memory banks. Memories are an almost magical force here to guide us through our lives. When we are bad, equally bad memories will come flooding back as what seems to be a bizarre type of subconscious masochistic punishment. When we are good, equally positive memories will come flooding back as a sort of self gratifying pat on the head so to speak. I believe that Memories are one phenomena of the body that belong to our subconscious, and our subconscious alone. 

The Genius in Music Lyrics...

Being that I have so much free time on my hands, I have recently been listening to and analyzing a plethora of of songs. A few lyrics in particular caught my attention. Not because of the obscenely high notes they were sung in, or because they reminded me of those old nursery rhymes we were all forced to endure in the wee ages of our childhood; but rather because of the truth that they entail. In this newest addition to my blog, I wish to discuss some of these brilliant truths with you.

Truth Number 1:
This first essential truth can be found in Robert Palmer's Bad Case of Loving You. The opening line of the second verse states "a pretty face don't make no pretty heart". This statement is one that is essential to remember for all aspects of life. Most of all when trying to find yourself a partner. You must always remember that there is more to a person than what is on the outside. You can find the most beautiful specimen in the history of the world, you can think the world of this person. You can be convinced that this person is the one for you and that what you have is flawless and everlasting; that is until your partner decides otherwise. You will be racking your brain for what will seem like eternity for a possible explanation to this irrational behavior, and you most probably won't find one. That is until you come across this post and understand that it is because you overlooked the most important part of your partner; The Heart. Mr. Palmer said it best... just because the face is pretty doesn't say anything about whats on the inside.

Truth Number 2:
The next essential truth can be found in the third verse of the song Hero of Love, by LIVE. "A saint is a sinner, a sinner is a saint. It's all just the cloaks we hide behind, a cartoon in the brain". A truer statement has never been said my dearest readers. LIVE are telling us to be careful. Much like what Mr. Palmer said regarding not falling for the beautiful facade on the outside, here we are being told not to unthinkingly trust the outer shell of a person. "A saint is a sinner, a sinner is a saint", once again we are being told that we can't judge based on the outer appearance of things. We must look beyond the cloak they are hiding behind and see the truth underneath. While this may seem extremely difficult sometimes due to the persuasiveness of these facades, you can not let yourself be fooled.

Truth Number 3
The next essential truth is found in the rock n' roll classic You Give Love A Bad Name written by none other than Mr. John Bon Jovi himself. In the first verse of this masterpiece, Mr. Jovi writes: "An angel's smile is what you sell, you promise me heaven then you put me through hell". I don't think I could have chosen a more appropriate truth to finish off this entry with. This sentence not only fits ideally with our previous two truths, but it also brings in a whole new aspect. The verbal deception. Mr. Jovi teaches us that not only do we have to be cautious about deceiving appearances and actions, but to also be extremely cautious when it comes to verbal confrontations. You can not be fooled by a hefty promise, or persuaded by a few kind words. You must train yourself to be aware of these scammers and deceivers alike.

The pleasure you will gain from the temporary happiness and felicity you might gain from falling into the clutches of these scam artists is not worth the emotional and/or physical distress that you will be caused once you realize too late that they were deceiving you the entire time. I am trying to be a friendly author here and doing my best to warn my loyal readers about the numerous forms of evil that are out there in this wonderful sphere we call home. Watch your backs my friends, and be careful who you decide to associate with.

Adios, Arrivederchi, and Adieu my brethren... Until next time that is.

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Listening to: Robert Palmer - Bad Case of Loving You

The Decline of Modern Literature

I will start off this piece with a question. What happened in the world to lower the standards of the literary community? You may ask yourself "What the hell is this guy talking about? I just read an absolutely phenomenal book, it was a best seller for weeks...". What I'm trying to say is that the fact that a book is on a best sellers list should be more of a reason not to read a book than to read one. Please allow me to explain myself. Back in the day of literary grandeur books known as 'classics' or 'best sellers' were deemed so because of the important lessons learned within their pages and not because of their 'wicked cool story lines'. Today, just about every 'best seller' can be summed up in a single paragraph.

Mr. ___ has found a mysterious ___. Unfortunately for Mr. ___, the extremely wealthy yet extremely evil Sir ___ has found the same mysterious ___. Mr. ____ will race against Sir ___ to get hold of the mysterious ___ and save mankind from eternal damnation at the hands of an evil twisted man. In the process of Mr. ___'s totally unexpected adventure, he runs in to the beautiful, sexy Ms. ___. It just so happens to be that Ms. ___ is an expert on the history of the mysterious ___(... amazing, I know). Mr. ___ and Ms. ___ narrowly escape death in a one week period more than a hundred people will do so in a lifetime. Somehow in the process of this action packed race to find the mysterious ___, Mr. ___ and Ms. ___ will find themselves in a five star hotel and have extremely romantic sex around a hundred times. This is all happening while the two of them are being hunted by Sir ___'s master assassins. The race will lead them all around the world, and just when all hope seems lost for our two noble heroes, they stumble upon one final clue which will lead them directly to the ancient hidden palace in which the mysterious ___ lies. Once Mr. ___ and the soon to be Mrs. ___ see the mysterious ___ they realize the full magnitude of their discovery and oh so nobly decide that the world would be a better place if their discovery remained hidden, or better yet was destroyed completely. In the end, the couple of heroes live happily ever after in their newly acquired multi-million dollar/euro/pound mansion that they just bought in honor of their recent marriage. The End... Oh yeah, in case your wondering what happened to the evil Sir ___, just as he was about to stumble upon the mysterious ___ he was caught by a customs official who happened to have spotted him at a local airport while on vacation.

Now can someone please explain to me what the fuck the deal with that is? I mean come on, what happened to real 'classics' like those written by Twain or Hemingway? Now those were good freaking books. None of this cliche predictable bullshit. If you want to read a good book, you're probably better off looking at some loser's online blog about books and see what his favorites are than you are at taking one off one of the oh so great 'best seller' lists. All I am asking is for the people of planet earth to go back to its past days of sophisticated literature rather than remain at its current stage which is no more amazing than a group of monkeys playing with some typewriters.

Text Messages... Wow do they F%$# you over big time...

I recently came to the realization that text messages are the creation of none other than the Devil himself. I know you are all probably thinking either 1) that I am completely out of my mind or 2) that you want to kick my ass for saying such a thing about your precious text messages. Before I had this life altering epiphany I was as mixture of both the aforementioned groups. But now my dear readers I have seen the light and am now on the path of purity. Before you angrily click that nice fat X in the right corner up there let me present to you my case.

WHY TEXT MESSAGES ARE THE WORK OF SATAN:

1. There is no possible way to read emotions through text messages. You can have the intention of asking a simple question, and instead it will be taken as some sort of angry attack on the receiver. EX: Sent Message- Why did you call me yesterday? Perceived Message- WHAT THE F%$# WERE YOU DOING CALLING ME YESTERDAY?
2. There is no speedier way to get Arthritis and other variations of the disease than by repeatedly using your hands/fingers without pause... COUGH*... texting... COUGH*
3. It is extremely irritating to be sitting with friends relaxing in the middle of which one or more of said relaxing people takes out their cellular device and starts texting away with total disregard to the remaining more considerate people.

The list goes on my friends. I just thought it was my duty to warn all my loyal readers out there that our old buddy Lucifer was out to get us yet again. There is no need to thank me. Knowing that I have just saved each and every one of your souls from eternal damnation is thanks enough.

Until next time... yours truly ______.