Sunday, 15. March 2009, 00:15:23
smile, plane, thoughts, happyness
I'm a courier, a delivery boy. I travel 'round and deliver what people most often need - a smile. Sometimes they'll need a single nod and a smile, sometimes they'll need an entire devastating evening of fun, sometimes they'll need the most glowy, radiating You that you can deliver. How do I know what they want - I don't. I don't know. Somehow, subconsciously, I feel motivated to go to people and find their secret, to reveal the things needed to get them to have fun.
What I cannot understand is it how a gloomy, sarcastic, cynical person manages to end up to be a factor in the happiness of others. I mean, it's not like my usual moods are overflowing with happy thoughts. We've all seen enough stupidity and misery not to be able to only focus on the good things in life.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts ... How do you get your happy thoughts to flow? What is the trigger for this emotional explosion that makes the people around you catch up with you and smile again? Laugh with you and at you - both will work out just fine enough.
We all need our catalyst, a sparkle, a small piece of joy and fun on which to build on. How little does it take - sometimes almost nothing at all. Meeting someone new and astonishing. Meeting an old friend, as crazy as yourself. Hearing that wicked track in the club, the one that makes you go nuts, no matter what. A small initiator of epic good times.
So that's what I do - I travel around and look for those tiny motivators, those bits and pieces of the scenery that are necessary. And I use them to get started. To set things in motion and deliver you the smiles you'd want. And sometimes it is so easy. How hard would it be to bring out the fun when everyone carried their own trigger for the good times? It's always there - people bring with them the things that are needed to make them have fun. They always have the necessary to turn my smile on.
You know you make me want to smile. And shout, and dance, and jump, and run and laugh. "B-Complex - It's a funny world" - hearing this track right now is all it takes. I cannot possibly find a more fitting example. Here I am, shoes off, spread on all three seats on row 7 in this Boeing, typing stuff on my laptop and bouncing in the rhythm of a spectacular tune. It is enough to make the stewardesses smile. And what more do you need to keep yourself happy, really?
Your cynical gloominess - delivering little bundles of joy, with a smile, directly to wherever you are.
Sunday, 15. March 2009, 00:05:38
life, air, travel
Maybe it's not important why things happen, maybe it's pointless to try to figure it out. For one, why waste the time to dwell on things, when you can use it to do a lot more than stay idle?
Opportunities are everywhere, you don't even need to look for them. What is around the corner doesn't need planning, the smiling people that you meet, that wild night at the club, the cozy quiet evening, the walk in the sun. They're all there, all yours, all just a few minutes of trip away. When a chance appears - go, just go on and take it. You never know what you'll find for yourself. Why bother trying to guess?
It's amazing what you can do in a three-hour trip, rides included. Who knew one could end up seeing a Salvador Dali exhibition, drinking heated wine and eating local delicacies? Instead of that, I could just idly sit my lazy ass at Prague's airport and watch the people pass as the time goes by. I really could, it would be dead easy. Just as easy as grabbing a quick ride downtown and walking among the people. The people that totally freaked out by seeing a shady stranger to wander on their streets, dressed like it was summertime. People in their coats, scarves and hats, not understanding, thinking the stranger is some sort of a total nut-job tourist. Most probably I am, but then - that's where all the fun is.
It is indeed amazing what you can do in 3 hours. You can reflect on the week past and think ahead about the days to come. You can clean your mind from all the load of the previous days, the chaos, the fun, the new people, the old friends, the culture shock, the alcohol haze, the sunny morning, the nagging feeling that you forgot something and, finally, the absolutely devastating feeling that you really, really, don't want to go to work again tomorrow. Stupid tomorrows.
It is absolutely astonishing what you can do in 3 hours. You can even sit down, take two great beers and write this short tale of joy and glory.
Try it out.
Sunday, 8. March 2009, 10:33:08
life, characters, people, thoughts
Inspired by The Characters of Theophrastus, an ageless book about the social (mis)behavior of people, I'm trying to put here my own thoughts and observations on the different types of people that would gather in a social event. It can be just a chat, dinner or an entertainment gethering, generally described as "party". Even in this limited scope, I believe there's a lot of Characters to be described and you'll easily recognise one of your friends in them. Unlike the Characters of Theophrastus, there will be positive descriptions as well. It's easy and convenient to focus on the negative ones, I hope I'll be able to have enough good descriptions to compensate.
Read more...
Sunday, 14. September 2008, 21:52:30
thoughts, happyness, mindfuck
Obscure, certainly. Playing the mindfuck game with an inanimate object is tricky business. Trickier still when the opponent behaves so erratic, in a nice, randomized pattern. You just never know what's going to hit you next, where the next blow is going to head, what to expect or how to react. The trick, of course, is not to rely on insight of the future.
Plans are meaningless and expectations - pointless. Predetermined mind gets screwed in the mindfuck game, because the opponent is the one that gets to choose. If you want to get out of the wickedness of the game, you should be the one getting the choice.
Naturally, people hate to choose. Is it because they are afraid to make the wrong choice? Why does there always have to be a "wrong" choice? The thing is - people go looking for it on their own. When they don't know, they're afraid they'll make a mistake. When they know too much, they're afraid of the consequences. So people don't want to go on and play the mindfuck game the right way, because they're afraid of making the moves that bring them the victory.
The trick that is required here, however, is not to make the right choices, but not to leave your opponent any. Be a little, dumb, reactive machine. Just get the immediate choice and act on it. No matter how, no matter what you use to base it on. Decide on the spot, trust the subconscious, the instincts speaking in the back of your head, before you even realized. Base it on a predetermined rule, fixed in stone. Anything, really. Just make sure you are the one getting the choice.
And this is why playing the mindfuck game with a roulette is so great. You can't avoid having the choice, because it never makes any. It just throws you off balance every time, having the unpredictable, absent-minded, logic-deprived behavior of a physical random system.
This is where you learn to win.
And the mindfuck game? It's your favourite game, comrade. We all play one.
What is your game?
Thursday, 24. July 2008, 23:12:39
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
And when the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when its dark
IIIIIROOOOOONNN MAAAAAIIIDEEEEN
And they said dinosaurs died out and are extinct. They said hard rock and heavy metal lived their times and slumbered.
But the dinosaurs are alive - today I went and saw Iron Maiden. In front of not one, not two, but thirty (30) times a thousand (1000) people. For the ones that can't do the obvious - today at the Iron Maiden concert in Oslo, there were thirty thousand (30 000) people. A crazy crowd of people, with a surprising amount of them younger than a lot of the songs they played.
Let's put it this way - it was brilliant. I hadn't been to such a crowd from the times of my high school and a Metallica concert in Bulgaria, with a count of over forty thousand people. Astonishing amount of people, with the usual uplifted spirits of a good, happy crowd in Oslo on a nice, hot summer day. I hadn't seen such a happy crowd and such a happy band in ages.
It's one more mark on my concert list - waited for a long long time, but thirty thousand people are my witnesses - it was worth it. Bruce Dickinson simply amazed me - that guy ran and sang and screamed for more than two hours. They did make it brilliant - they all did, despite their age, whoever expected them to be sloppy probably regretted those thoughts for a good time. That was a concert that you must see.
You know - I'm very happy to have seen them now and not on the other numerous, but failed opportunities I had to do this back home. They knew what they were doing and they delivered. Delivered big time - you people better recognise!
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no ones there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Fear of the dark - good thing it doesn't get dark here yet, not for a month more. It's impressive when you can do a good light show in the summertime in Scandinavia. Then you know it was a job well done, for real. Perfect stage act, perfect light and pyro show, perfect sound and the most awesome of awesome songs they ever did. I lost my voice, everything will probably hurt tommorow, but meh - it's SO damn worth it.
And when Im walking a dark road
I am a man who walkes alone
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