Category: Rant with Reason

Feb 04

Emotionally Attached

Sigmund Freud once theorized that all women covet male genitalia. “Penis Envy” was reason for heterosexuality in women. Like many of Freud’s theories, Penis Envy was heavily criticized. Of course, the criticism from women was disregarded. They were only upset about the theory of Penis Envy because they didn’t have penises.

In general, using human desires or thoughts as reasons can be extremely risky. Some people won’t admit what they want. Some people don’t know what they want. And some people repress the memory of ever wanting something. Of course, these are optimistic cases. In reality, some people simply don’t want something, say they don’t want it, and are accused of lying about it. Naturally, how are the sayers to be trusted when they have their egos to protect? And yet, who else is there to trust but the sayers, who are the sole keepers of their thoughts?

Last Monday, I was asked if I was emotionally attached. I am one of the people who doesn’t know what they want. So I responded, “Maybe”. Of course, the asker assumed that the sayer did not really mean “maybe”. He had already theorized that the sayer desires him, and her desire would influence her response. And so, “maybe” was interpreted as “yes” to the asker, because he knew that sayers say “maybe” to protect their egos. But to the sayer, “maybe” was just “maybe”, because the sayer still didn’t know what she wanted.

And so it was established to the asker that the sayer was emotionally attached to him. And the sayer, initially borderline, gave in to the influence of a new possibility. That maybe she was emotionally attached. So the sayer accepted the asker’s theory as fact. And since this was a fact, the asker said that the sayer’s emotional attachment would prove detrimental to their relationship. Thus, the sayer was rejected.

But in being rejected, the sayer realized that this fact was not a fact. She was not emotionally attached, for if she were, wouldn’t she feel heartbroken? Wouldn’t she feel incomplete and lost, like how she did just a month ago? No, these new feelings were shallow and short-lived. The sayer was not heartbroken; mostly she felt disappointed. She also felt insecurity, for rejection withers her confidence, but insecurity is not the same as feeling lost or incomplete. Neither the disappointment nor insecurity were indicative of emotional attachment. And so the sayer established that she was not attached, and felt obligated to correct the asker.

But the asker would not accept this opposing theory. If her emotional attachment were disproved, then gone are the reasons for disposing her. So in the asker’s mind, the sayer was simply opposing him to make him take her back, and she would only be willing to do this if she wanted him back as well. So the asker, again, concluded she was emotionally attached and wanted him back.

There is no way for me to convince him that I’m not emotionally attached. If I try to disprove my emotional attachment, it will only support his theory, because it implies that I want him back. And for a while I did want him back, but all the while, I never wanted him. I only wanted him back for obvious reasons. But now, I just don’t care. I’ve been offended by his accusations, because they leave no room for my perspective. They leave no room for my perspective because my perspective is the subject of his accusations. So I’m letting him believe that I’m emotionally attached, because no matter how much I try, he will never stop believing, and no matter how much he believes it, it will never make it true.

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Dec 07

Let’s kill Twilight fans!

Kill the fans! Kill the fans!
Even God hates Twilight.
Let’s slit their fucking throats.
Let’s show them what blood really tastes like.
Burn the fucking books.
Burn the fucking books.
Break the DVDs
Let’s break their fucking hearts

Hey, it’s okay to hate!
They’re not human anyway.
That’s what the KKK would say.

I wish Twilight didn’t exist.
It caused Swine Flu!
It destroyed relationships!
It confused the economists!
Why would anyone pay for an inferior product
during a recession?

Then little kids started to read
Big books with big words
But shit, kids can’t learn vocabulary!
It’s the devil’s plan! A plot against man!

Even the slackers got on their feet
and started to read six hundred page books.
But shit, dumb people can’t read!
It’s an omen! It’s the end of the world!

Let’s take their pride away
Break it into little shards
And burn every piece
Until they burn purple-black
And we’ll get high on the fumes

Let’s hate Twilight
Let’s say it’s for lame kids
So every kid who’s into cool
Will stop reading.

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Nov 30

Sociology Paper 2

Guidelines for Writing Paper 2

You wrote a paper about how you and your informant differ in terms of educational paths. You’re prolly a rich white kid who can afford a four-year university education, and your informant is some poor loser who is probably of black or Latino ancestry. Or you’re a rich Asian kid who falls under the “model minority” theory, which means you’re a white kid too.

Anyway, DON’T write about you or your informant in paper 2. We don’t care about you guys. Just talk about how rich people are better than poor people, and how white people are better than black people. Or how Asians are better than Latinos. Whatever.

If you and your informant are Asian and white, then talk about how Asians and whites are both whites.

To talk about WHY races are different, you’ll have to use some “social imagination” (aka make shit up).

You must build your paper around the following details:
-2 Differences between rich and poor
-2 Differences between white and black. Or Asian and Latino. Whatever.
-3 Authors who write about how gender and family are influenced by social location and race. It’s completely irrelevant, but I like to see you squirm.
-3 Authors who talk about how poor people try to be rich but fail because no one likes them.
-4 Authors who talk about racial groups. Pick two about your race, and then two about your informant’s race. If you or your informant is white, then you’ll discover that no one cares to write about white people.

Okay, NOW you can talk about you and your informant. Tell us how you guys may or may not match up with whatever the hell you spent 7 pages ranting about. But keep in mind, I really don’t give a fuck if you guys are “special”. Just make it short, okay?

Oh, and don’t forget to cite your sources!

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Nov 11

Voice

Your voice hurts me…
And your words
they lacerate my beliefs

I just wish you’d think
before you speak
because, my friend,
I am very naive

And I know you’re tired of it
But I get tired of you
You know when to rest
But not when to stop.

And in one ear, I hear it’s all good
And in the other, I only hear you
Just your voice on the outside

Stop…please…
I need you to.

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May 03

Change

[Language discourse assignment. Read it like you're angry.]

Do you want change?
I don’t think you want it.
You can’t just vote for change
And not make change

Do you want change?
Well you’re gonna have to prove it
You don’t really believe that you can stop
at voting for puppets, do you?

Do you want change?
Do you know what change is?
I don’t think you do,
But you know status quo fasho.

Status quo is a product
Of ignorance
Stupidity, laziness
Self-righteousness

Well I’m tired of your egocentrism
I want to see some thinking!
I wanna hear you say
That you know what change is!

CHANGE is the seed nourished by
ACTION is the fruit created by
KNOWLEDGE as the budding flower
Knowledge is YOUR power

YOUR possession forever
You could be raped and fucked a thousand times
And it won’t ever be jacked
You know what I’m sayin?
Ni zhi dao ma?

Wo bu yao ni de excuses
They say Fuck You for who you are
But I say Fuck You for who you became
Because you let yourself fall into status quo
And didn’t think to change

So change or be changed
Why do you reinforce your own stereotypes?
Why you be doin the same things
Sayin the same shit, playin the same games?

So change or be changed
Wo bu xi zhe ga xiao mei mei
Cuz I changed. That’s who I used to be
And now, she’s nothing to me.

So change or be changed
Because you need change like I do
Change, and you will find yourself
Making changes beyond measure

Beyond the stars you can see in the sky
And the ones you cannot see
Beyond the words of those passing by
And the screams you cannot hear
Beyond the flavors you can taste
And the poisons that you swallow
Beyond the things that go to waste
And the things that make you hollow

I ain’t done talkin to you, muthafucka
I don’t give a damn if you’re afraid of change
because you should be afraid of THIS.
THIS is the road that leads us to the end of forever
To the rich swamp of poverty
And the desert island of freedom
To the dried fountain of life
And the thriving garden of death

So make your choice
Make your change
Are you going to stand by?
Contribute to overproduction and overpopulation?
Superficial and superseded?

Or are you going to learn, and know
Let your knowledge blossom and grow?
And are you going to change and let go
of your handcuffs that read “Status Quo”?

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Feb 16

Balance between rights and population

Can you agree that as the population of your kind grows, your individual value decreases? If you don’t believe it, look at the classroom setting. If you were in a class of 5 students, wouldn’t you say that you get more attention and care than your friend in a class of two-hundred students? Look at countries that are overpopulated, like many Asian and Middle Eastern countries. I think it is obvious that we cannot have full rights alongside overpopulation, so I will not dwell on proving it.

The reason I bring this up is animals are getting more attention in terms of what rights they have. It is human nature to want ethical treatment for mammalian creatures. After all, we are mammals ourselves. No one really craves to watch their dog “euthanized” by being blasted into the wall with shotgun pellets. Even though pet population is pretty high – millions and millions – the ratio of human caretakers in animal shelters and pet-owners to pets is not so unthinkable. At least animal rights for pets sound possible.

But what about livestock animals? Do they all get rights? The ratio of human caretakers to livestock animals is ridiculously low. Plus, one billion (1,000,000,000) animals are killed every year for food due to its demand. And that is in the United States alone. It is economically impossible to ensure that every one of these animals were raised ethically and killed ethically. Even though it is a nice image to have animals raised instead of grown, and put to sleep instead of murdered, animal rights for all livestock animals is pure idealism. Only after we reduce the demand for meat, thus reducing the number of livestock animals, could it even be considered to treat all livestock animals nicely. I am not saying that I do not support animal rights. Raising animals has many health and environmental benefits, but I simply don’t think it is feasible in this time and age. For now, we just have to differentiate between the “bad” meat and the “good” meat. (I’m measuring goodness based on low environmental impact and low health risks).

Let’s go back to humans – the mammals we can most relate to. What about our rights? There are over 6 billion of us in the world. Do all of us get equal rights? Well, let’s see…no. Like any reason, there are too many of us. As our population increases, our rights become more and more diminished. So who gets the rights? Why of course, it will be the uppity folks. It’ll be the people who “matter” the most. Just like how pets are on a tier above livestock animals, some people are on higher tiers than others. Do I agree with this sort of thing? Absolutely not, yet it is absolutely true.

But who will agree with me when I say that the best way to solve this problem is to decrease the human population? I’d be accused of thinking like Adolf Hitler. Even when the educated learn about overpopulation and make the effort to change, who remains uneducated? Why of course, the lower tier, who will continue to reproduce at such a rate that will cause their population to double twice in my lifetime. Now there are even less people with rights, because those in the upper tier have decreased their population, and those in the lower tier are doing what they do best: make babies.

If we do the math, the proposed rate of population decrease in developed countries will be no match for the exponential growth that is happening in undeveloped countries as we speak. Even now, the populations of developed countries are imploding, and families of undeveloped countries are just getting bigger. We have a moral dilemma. Educating developed countries is a moot point, but visiting undeveloped countries and encouraging them to have smaller families is, in short, fascism. Yet not doing so will cause environmental, political, and economic problems. Developed countries will outsource to undeveloped countries. Resource depletion will continue to be a problem. Wars will be fought long and hard over primary resources, such as food and water. Finally, disease will find a cozy home among clustered towns and cities.

Even if undeveloped countries discover contraceptives and change their rate of reproduction, we cannot decrease our population in time for nature’s time bomb. We have already tipped the balance between human population and nature, and the countdown has been set. Human nature and Mother nature are going randomly point at the list of options: war, murder, suicide, abortion, genocide, disease, famine, and natural disasters. And let’s not forget that nature can use more than one finger.

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Jan 18

Reiko’s posts about vegetarianism are getting really f**king annoying…

Just in case you thought I am oblivious to how many posts I have about going vegetarian, I’m not.

I’m also not ignoring the fact that it may annoy you, and you have every right to be annoyed.  Your mother probably told you that meat was healthy, and that me telling you that meat sucks is like some twisted “Yo Mama” joke.  Or it may simply be that insulting your diet is too personal.  Or maybe it’s that I make it sound easy and obvious, which insinuates that you’re a lazy dumbass.  Trust me, I’m not trying to offend anyone.  I’m actually defending myself because I feel like I’m under attack for what I eat.  I get questioned almost everyday, and you have no idea how many people think that meat is the only source of protein.  Plus, I think you can agree that it gets hella annoying when the dude behind the counter at Gordo gives me this look that says “Quizá que usted no debe venir aquí, PUTA!”  I swear, the only restaurants that get me are the European and Korean ones.

So my way of letting out my frustration is by writing about my diet on Bluug.  At least I use Logos - be thankful I’m not one of those PETA girls (lol, peta, puta…) who scream “There’s a poop in your chicken!” “Animals have feelings too!” and “Sorry, but I’m not a fatfuck that eats rotting carcasses.”  Believe me when I say I’m not one of them.  I don’t even give a shit about animal rights.  I’m vegetarian because if the United States (the biggest consumer of meat) became primarily vegetarian, we’d have a more efficient and sustainable economy, not to mention a lower eco-footprint.

I think I’ll stop there, since I basically just said that vegetarianism will save both the economy and the environment, which is probably too much for most people to grasp. So I’ll just end with this message: If you like the (reasonable) reasons behind vegetarianism but can’t give up meat, at least give up beef. Chicken tastes better anyway. =]

Be the change you wish to see in the world ~<3

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Sep 12

Empathetic?

Recently, I took a quiz trying to figure out which job would be right for me (Yes, I am that lame). So through a series of questions, they’ve finally determined that I am unpractical, very creative, and very empathetic.

Empathetic? Unpractical? Really?

The “unpractical” part might be true. I do have strange ideals. Then again, I know for sure that I am not empathetic. Or if I am, then I am a very cruel incarnation of empathy.

I think people should die/not be born. I wouldn’t call that empathy. Then again, I do hope for painless deaths. Why all the dying? First of all, death is a wonderful permanent escape from suffering. Secondly, we need a smaller world population in order for everyone on the planet to live comfortably without destroying the ecosystem. Plus, I hate humans. They are the perfect creatures of destruction, and I really wish they would all go away. But seeing that I am a human myself and I BELIEVE we should be undoing what damage we have done, we should at least be alive until we accomplish that. That’s why I haven’t killed myself yet.

Perhaps this longing for escape makes me a weak person. Maybe, maybe not. It is merely my unconscious desire which I have accomplished to recognize in my conscious mind. What I really want is to be able to fix problems without running away from them. That’s what other people tend to do at my age. Here’s a largely exaggerated example…

Me: 9-11
Joe: Yeah, tragic.
Me: Cigarettes.
Joe: Suck.
Me: Toxins.
Joe: WHAT?? I CAN’T HEAR YOU, THEREFORE TOXINS MUST NOT EXIST AND I CAN DESTROY MYSELF AND THE ENVIRONMENT AS MUCH AS I WANT WITHOUT GUILT!!! LALALALA….
Me: >_>

Just fyi, ignoring problems will not make them go away.

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Aug 30

Exist For This

I’ve been wondering why human beings are so different from any other animal. Of all species, we are the only one that is stupid enough to destroy its home. We’re one of the few that strives to inhabit every single square foot of land, whether or not it provides us with the necessary resources to survive. And we’re the only one that protects the weak.

But of course, this is human nature. This is a nature that is completely different from real nature. Real nature creates equilibrium and delicate balances. Yet the human nature continuously torments that balance. Why?

Perhaps this is what we exist for. To destroy the Earth. We seem to have the perfect traits for it.

First of all, we’re weak things. Think about it. We don’t have claws, sharp teeth, venom, or any defense mechanisms. Those things seemed to have evolved out of our species. Consequently, we have to make tools to help us protect our lives and to do everyday things.

We can barely eat dinner without knives, forks, and spoons. Our faces are not fashioned to lick water out of a pond, nor do we have a digestive system good enough to consume raw foods. So I guess we need energy to cook things, whereas most animals just eat whatever they eat on the spot.

And we’ve apparently grown lazy enough that we can’t just look for food. We have to grow it. This doesn’t bother me so much because ants farm as well. But they don’t use chemical biocides that would give them diseases. They don’t make things that destroy everything. We do.

I’m not sure if anyone’s noticed, but our appetites need some adjusting. First of all, when we’re thirsty, we think we’re hungry. So we grab some food. Little do we realize that this food takes much more energy and water to make than a glass of water. We’re sort of blind to that stuff, unlike other animal species. Secondly, we have no sense of balance in our diets. Other species seem to have a splendid time with this, but we just grab the first tasty thing we see. And it’s probably not a fruit. It’s probably something preserved by plastic goo that is packaged in plastic, too.

We’re so weak, we can’t just live in a tree, dig a hole underground, or build things out of dead stuff. No way, we’ve got to cut living things down first, and then build a home. It can be anywhere, of course, because we build huge systems that provide us with water and electricity. Everyone, everywhere, gets to live. But then we live in these sealed up boxes. So we have to install things to make the air on the inside be cooler or warmer.

And since we only have two legs and everyone’s suddenly living everywhere, we have to have transportation systems. Since horses aren’t adequate because they eat food and poop, we had to build new machines to do the job. Then again, they eat fuel and pollute. Great improvement, fellas!

An animal, on the other hand, has four legs, wings, and fins for transportation. They can fly or swim away from unsuitable conditions. Land animals either have fur to keep themselves warm, or shed the fur and lie down in the shade to cool themselves off. We don’t have things to shed. We have fat, and that’s about it. So we have to make clothes.

But we can’t just have any clothes. It has to look good and be clean, so we have to wash it in machines. And since it gets wet in these machines, we have to dry the clothes in another machine.

We make machines for everything. Even for saving lives, which is good sometimes. But what about the people who were born with diseases? How come they are still alive? Other species don’t waste time on weaklings. They die, so the next generation would consist of stronger individuals. We, on the other hand, don’t seem to be taking advantage of that whole thing. And to think, we may actually be a great species if we didn’t pick soft, pink mates.

Dying isn’t really that bad, though our species wants to stay away from it as much as possible. It’s supposed to happen, after all. When we die, we stop consuming resources. That’s great news for the people who are still alive and need those resources. So do I think retards and lame people should die? No – they wouldn’t be alive in the first place if humans had a natural mind. Secondly, our nutrients gets recycled back into the ecosystem when we die. It’s terrific for plants, fungi, and the animals that eat them.

Oh, wait…we put people in boxes or burn them, so their nutrients don’t get recycled anyway. Nevermind.

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Jun 24

Disgustipated

Dear ex-friend,

You are in limbo. Would you care to know how you got there?

It was a hot day. I believe it was Wednesday. The sun was high in the air, enjoying its view of all the sluggish, sweaty humans. We could have just gone indoors, you know. But you insisted on the trampoline. Ah, yes, let’s rest on the only furniture you own that is not in the shade! Let’s rest on this material that’s hot enough to cook one side of our bodies, and let the other side be roasted in the sunlight. This is a great way to get skin cancer, next to cooking in a tanning bed.

You’ve always been the genius at grand ideas…like your idea of never turning in a lab report. Not only did you fuck yourself over, you screwed up my grade and Gary’s grade. That’s real mature and selfless of you. That’s why we were hanging out on Wednesday in the first place – because we I had to redeem ourselves and prove we were not worthy of whatever bum grades Ms. Boomdiggidy had cooked up for us. Yes, thanks to you, we were able to chillax together and have a jolly good time!

I am just dripping with thick, sticky sarcasm.

The truth is, I should not have been there doing grunt work for Ms. Boomdiggidy. It was all you. You should have been the only kid there to be redeeming himself because neigher Gary nor I had done anything wrong. But there I was, helping you clean up your mess. That’s always the way it’s always been, hasn’t it? I’m always helping you clean up your messes. But FYI, I only help you because you disgust me.

I wonder why I didn’t disgust you. My face was having its one-year acne reunion, and the skin around my mouth was dry and flakey. Not to mention I was feeling especially sticky from my coat of sweat and humidity. And suddenly, I feel your lips on my forehead. The one word that was in my head at that moment: Fuck.

Then I opened my eyes and saw your face gravitating towards mine.

Are you absolutely insane? No, really, have you any idea how much bacteria is just thriving on my mouth? You had a lot of nerve to try to kiss me. And in case you haven’t noticed, I am still mourning my love for the guy who almost kicked your ass in Barnes & Nobles.

After you tried to kiss me, I wasn’t feeling so great. Especially when you didn’t let me get off the trampoline. Here is the simple rule to Me: When I want to go, you let me go. Live and let live. But you didn’t quite follow that rule, and so you must die… metaphorically, of course.

You should have listened to Derek. He strongly believed in the friend-ladder and boyfriend-ladder theory. You see, these two ladders lead to the girl. Between these two ladders is a large pit that leads to limbo. If one tries to jump from one ladder to the other, he falls down the pit. But in my mind, there are tree roots on the way down. You problably saved yourself on one, because I was willing to still consider you as a friend.

Oh right, but then came that fateful day when I learned the entire story behind how you managed to become chem club president. It was a cold day. I believe it was a Sunday. The sun was hiding behind the clouds, afraid of how I was about to react at this new knowledge.

Real nice Facebook event description.

“e’rbody needs to go to this meetin wit me an isaac after school on friday real quick to vote for us for chem club prez so some annoying ass bookworms don’t get the position and don’t get into college and get rejected by their families.”

You’re an asshole. Was this the only reason? To kill someone’s dreams?

I hope not. Maybe you needed this position…wait, no you don’t. You’re planning on getting a C average and going to Chico. Maybe you want this position? But it’s not like you to want to be hated, and you were hated for sure after this stunt. Maybe you thought you’d be good at it? Yet you’re a character who likes to sit in his bed and play videogames at home instead of doing work. Lazy president. And you’re a hated president. Nope, you’re definitely not a good fit.

You kind of just stole someone’s passport. You just screwed somebody else over, and you gained nothing. People like you disgust me.

By the way, I am a bookworm. Not only am I a bookworm, I am only “some” bookworm, because I don’t differ from them by much. And right now, I’m some annoying ass bookworm reacting to some annoying ass jerk. First-class jerk, really – posted it right on the internet.

So in case you’re wondering, that’s when you landed yourself in limbo.

And I’m not cleaning this one up for you.

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