magic? show me the beans first!
this guy I know asked some questions about magic the other day. it went a lil' something like this:
try to imagine a world just a little more magical than your present one... where your cynical logic has been toned down..where we're able to bend the natural laws as we know them just a little bit... and what if everything our parents taught us about the world wasn't really all that real? it's true if you see it that way.. cause your thoughts create the world right?
errmmm... real life ain't a friggin' disney movie, ya dumbfuck!
the world IS exactly different to the way my mother has taught me. people not related to my mother show love completely different than she does: they do not start a fight because they're bored or "to show their affection", they do not kick their supposedly loved ones below the belt emotionally and they will not blackmail them whenever they feel like it. oh hang on...
life is many things... if it's magical - I don't know. maybe for people who're able to switch their brain off. it is for kids - before they find out how things work. it is for retarded people - they don't notice the reality of things.
did life make me cynical? yo betcha. is that a bad thing? I think not. I find something to make fun of 24/7. I survive this way.
maybe his question was a bit too metaphysical to really take serious. the bits of life I see are only those where I don't "fit". I'm always too young, too old, too short, too tall, too thin, too fat, too dumb, too intelligent, too blond, too dyed, my hair is too short or too long, I'm too cool or not cool enough... I simply don't belong.
of course, for many years, I ran into walls. I thought my head would be tougher than the walls that were built to keep me out. it took me a long time to realize it's only my head and my heart that breaks, but never the walls. sometimes I got lucky along the way. lucky in which way? easy: I was taken the piss at by people I didn't really respect to begin with. that heals fairly quick. it's like bumping your ellbow against the desk. the pain shooting through your funny bone will blind you for a moment, but after that, you're okay.
I fell on my face, I got back up, dusted myself off and went back in the ring.
I still can't really get over the fact I wasn't "picked". back in school, that never happened to me. maybe the first few times in a new PT class. when they thought I would be crap in whatever ball sport. then I showed 'em. the next time, I'd be voted into the team first. unfortunately, that ain't the deal in real life. or at least not for me.
how do other people pull it off? I never fully lose that question. it makes me wonder. can anyone show/teach me how it's done, please? is life like a movie, but instead of being mercifully cut short into "and they lived happily ever after - the end" you don't see the part where their love ends and they cheat on, hurt and maim each other? I wouldn't know.
I always know when I have a gem in front of me. usually a rough diamond. not "cut into shape" just yet. bit wild-card-ish. I take off a little here or there. sometimes all I hold in my hands in the end is not up to my investment.
try to imagine a world just a little more magical than your present one... where your cynical logic has been toned down..where we're able to bend the natural laws as we know them just a little bit... and what if everything our parents taught us about the world wasn't really all that real? it's true if you see it that way.. cause your thoughts create the world right?
errmmm... real life ain't a friggin' disney movie, ya dumbfuck!
the world IS exactly different to the way my mother has taught me. people not related to my mother show love completely different than she does: they do not start a fight because they're bored or "to show their affection", they do not kick their supposedly loved ones below the belt emotionally and they will not blackmail them whenever they feel like it. oh hang on...
life is many things... if it's magical - I don't know. maybe for people who're able to switch their brain off. it is for kids - before they find out how things work. it is for retarded people - they don't notice the reality of things.
did life make me cynical? yo betcha. is that a bad thing? I think not. I find something to make fun of 24/7. I survive this way.
maybe his question was a bit too metaphysical to really take serious. the bits of life I see are only those where I don't "fit". I'm always too young, too old, too short, too tall, too thin, too fat, too dumb, too intelligent, too blond, too dyed, my hair is too short or too long, I'm too cool or not cool enough... I simply don't belong.
of course, for many years, I ran into walls. I thought my head would be tougher than the walls that were built to keep me out. it took me a long time to realize it's only my head and my heart that breaks, but never the walls. sometimes I got lucky along the way. lucky in which way? easy: I was taken the piss at by people I didn't really respect to begin with. that heals fairly quick. it's like bumping your ellbow against the desk. the pain shooting through your funny bone will blind you for a moment, but after that, you're okay.
I fell on my face, I got back up, dusted myself off and went back in the ring.
I still can't really get over the fact I wasn't "picked". back in school, that never happened to me. maybe the first few times in a new PT class. when they thought I would be crap in whatever ball sport. then I showed 'em. the next time, I'd be voted into the team first. unfortunately, that ain't the deal in real life. or at least not for me.
how do other people pull it off? I never fully lose that question. it makes me wonder. can anyone show/teach me how it's done, please? is life like a movie, but instead of being mercifully cut short into "and they lived happily ever after - the end" you don't see the part where their love ends and they cheat on, hurt and maim each other? I wouldn't know.
I always know when I have a gem in front of me. usually a rough diamond. not "cut into shape" just yet. bit wild-card-ish. I take off a little here or there. sometimes all I hold in my hands in the end is not up to my investment.
posted by daria l'orange at 1:07 pm
2 Comments:
there is magic in reality i think. but magic is not always a happy thing. sometimes it comes from the darkest places like when "they cheat on, hurt and maim each other" as you say
I suppose magic and me just don't go together. I'm too much of a realist for that. I'm not even good at sleight of hand. :S
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