This is a sad era for Adam the Klocperk. Days pass by, one by one, all the same shade of grey, boring and interchangeable. Mind you, this is not the early winter and downfall of public greenery talking, I suspect my new lifestyle to be the underlying cause.
When I look back at my high-school studies, I envy myself so much it actually hurts a little. I was so young, carefree, easygoing, had so much time on my hands, whole life in front of me... Now I'm an old fart with little humour, declining physical condition, average academic achievments at best and an empty flat to sleep in. But the motive for me to write this post, besides the uncontrollable urge to whine a little, was the lack of diversity in the days that I manage to live through.
My time consists of attending lectures paying variable amount of attention, attending seminaries trying to get the most bang for my actual presence, hours spent in the public transport, studying at home, wasting time in front of the computer calling it "rest", too sporadic meetings with my girlfriend, ravening whatever food is currently the easiest to prepare and finally the highlight of almost every day, sleep. This life is now measured from one anatomy test to the other. This is not life how I imagine it. This is simply spending the hours we were given hoping that something better will come along in...around 15 years.
One of the initial sparks that ignited this fire of disgust, nudge that pushed me down the slippery slope of hating my life may have been the new movie "High School Musical 3: The Senior Year". I have not seen it yet, but Eva is as I'm writing this post. She, as you all know, is also in the senior year, graduating this May. I've realized these days of my life are gone now. I'll never again be a high school senior. Movies won't be filmed about me. The amazing fun all the characters are undoubtedly having in that flick is now gone and I won't experience it anymore. Man, did this revelation suck.
True, I may be a little more mature now, more self-dependant and generally somewhat more "advanced" in life, but is this the advance I want to go through? Might it not be the case, that the true advance is towards what people like doing the best – having fun, friends, sex, making money, doing sports... The moral still is: I'd trade my high-school years for this anytime.
How do you feel, are you as disillusioned as I am? Would you too prefer being in high school? Does seeing how much fun others have make you feel so crappy as it does to me?
Loved talking to you lot,
Adam
Whatever sympathy I might have felt for you vanished the instant you mentioned High School Musical.
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...what? I haven't seen it, have you? Is it any good? I assume it's one of the movies I'd felt somewhat uncomfortable watching.
ReplyDeleteAshes to ashes.
ReplyDeleteMan, smile and look up to the sky. Or look up to the sky and smile afterwards if you like it better this way. And if the sky will be overcast shake hands with the clouds or yell to the heaven and blaspheme in various and creative names. Remember: The mind is its own place, and in itself
can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Dust to dust.
Ad if you envy people from the High School Musical, see something about college life....The Road Trip should make it.
Rubber ducks to rubber ducks.
And while the brave nor the bold won't write us a story don't give in. The universe IS hostile, so impersonal. But fuck the alt-metal bands and make your own song of your life. Full of happy shiny people or slaughter and damnation of innocents. It's up to you dude.
When you can breath you can fight back.
AAAARGH!
If the first two movies are any indication, it's fucking terrible. It's aimed at teenage girls, for starters, and it presents the sort of portrayal of high school you might expect from a girly magazine, ie. lots of glamour, popularity contests and that dreamy Zach Whatshisface. It's not a good movie by any definition, and stays that way even after severe intoxication. Its very existence pisses me off, immensely so. Avoid at all costs.
ReplyDeleteAnd just so my comments aren't a complete waste of time, here's my secret trick to the problems of life. See, there are three (four) options:
ReplyDelete0) Do something about it
Listed as zero because a problem with an apparent solution ceases to be a problem,
1) Let it bug you
Which is not really preferrable, therefore I tend not to pick it,
2) Not let it bug you
Which is what I try to do,
3) Off yourself
Listed for completeness' sake and because I like to keep my options open.
It might not look it, but it really is as simple as that.
Or, perhaps, I have an another option:
ReplyDelete4) Off Martin
As a medic (in training) you should know how to make most of the bag of organs and gasses called MtG. Take a long bath in suffering of other and take it as a experiment: Which opinion will he choose after you will show him his bladder?
(I haven't volunteer for this privilege only because I'm so important to the world and so big coward.)
> 4) Off Martin
ReplyDeleteOnly he can't do that, seeing as you offed me first.
You selfish cunt, you.
Whoa, you guys really must be bored :)
ReplyDeleteTo Martin, about the HSM: Dude, neither have I seen it nor do I intend doing so, especially after having heard from you what kind of mindnumbing ooze it is. What I knew of it without seeing it (that means the poster with happy jumping people) was what was important to me.
To Martin, about the options I have: You are right on these. I tend to combine my inborn forgetfulness with some sort of solution, which is what I'll do this time as well.
You guys missed the point, though. I asked how do YOU feel about it? Not the HSM (FFFFFFF!) but the topic I tried to illustrate.
And John, I don't have the slightest idea what the fuck are you talking about :) Unless you are trying to inspire me towards adopting some weird zen/insanity crossover...which I fear might be the case. Is it?
Also, while offing Martin might distract me for an unspecified period of time, it will hardly solve my problems, right? ;)
> You guys missed the point, though. I asked how do YOU feel about it?
ReplyDeleteSame shit, different day. *shrug*
Yes, it is. It is! But if you're unconverted even by the brutal use of intertextuality, I should resign on my post of POPE of Eris Discordia.
ReplyDeleteAnd while violence is _Allways_ an alternative, the incriminated bladder would show us if your friends are something more than wannabe tough hypocrites.
No, see, I'm allowed to make mistakes and double standards. It's everyone else who has to be perfect and consistent.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I forgot:
ReplyDelete> I asked how do YOU feel about it?
I fuckin' love it! If I could defeat my nemesis - The Dreaded Procrastination - No one could stop me!