Curiousity didn’t kill the cat

Many ask where the curious went. Well there’s not much to wonder about a wall that doesn’t interact back. 

If you come across a curious mind, make sure you never forget that they are just applying the golden rule that many of us have forgotten. If you don’t reciprocate their curiosity, they’ll soon conclude that you don’t play by the rules, and no one wants to play the game with those who haven’t read the rule book. 
Going with the same theme, I’d like to touch on the subject of getting to know a person. It’s strange how we as humans can bs our way through so much meaningless conversation and not become appalled at the superficiality of it all. Simple questions such as “how was your day?” “How are you?” Are used loosely, simply to fill time. Why would you waste the energy if the words are so pointless you ask? Well I’m not quite sure… You’ll have to ask every single guy I’ve ever turned down that question. Many use these basic questions as ways to appear interested, when in fact it does absolutely nothing when it’s all you care to talk about…. 
If conversations go:
“Hey what’s up?” 
“Nm, just chilling, u?” 
“Ehh nm either, watching “(insert tv show)”” 
“Oh. How was ur day?” 
“It was alright, u?” 
“Same” 
“What did u do today?” 
“I—” 
It’s not a conversation… I could have this conversation with my cat in response to its meows, because it’s just that vague. Although funny enough, this is what some people consider conversation. I mean if there are actual interesting things added in through these questions, that’s great. But if it’s constant back and forth “good” “fine” responses, it gets boring, and that is why some people choose the simple route of just not texting you any longer. 
Back to the main point though… In all of this shallow conversation, it is apparent that there is no effort made to get to know the other person. It’s disappointing to admit, but a lot of people stop asking questions about the other person after just a few conversations. Personally, I lose interest the second I detect there is no genuine intent to get to know one another anymore. Maybe it’s because your mind gets hazy and all you can think about is the lust you have for the other person’s body. If that’s the case, I suggest you change the end goal from “bang her (or him)” to “value her (or him)”. The body is off limits if you don’t seduce the mind first… (That shall be the new golden rule #2). 
Now I’m not saying that those vapid questions can’t lend themselves to great answers and connecting, because they can. I was once talking to a friend of mine, and he asked “how are you? And I don’t mean some basic emotion. Tell me what’s going on with you, what you’re thinking about at this moment”. From then on, I had a new appreciation for the question whenever we’d ask one another, because it was mutually understood that we were looking for a raw and honest reply, not some sugar-coated, society-approved answer. So there can be depth found in even the shallowest of questions… 

lustful daydreams

Objective observance of a body cannot simply be done if you admire the soul it envelopes. To see that such a spectacular soul comes along with a perfect body is a remarkable sight. Simply interacting with them and then unexpectedly noticing a flash of their skin exposed is enough to trigger the thoughts in your mind to run wild. You envision your hands running along that perfect form, memorizing the indentations that comprise their torso. The feeling of the beautiful skin under your lips, as you trace your mouth along every inch, appreciating their body. But that’s hasty thinking, you’ve gone too far, and you’ve already sexualized them in your mind. So you refrain from envisioning anymore, in order to not taint your image of them. Your thoughts take control once more, and coincidently recall the sight of the hair that leads to an enticing view that you can only imagine. With this comes even more images of the flawless perfection you’ve only had glimpses of, and your mind attempts to imagine the rest. Your mind takes you on a wonderful journey as your thoughts transcend into a daydream. In that moment, everything and anything is possible, and you picture all of the things you would love to do with that body, but you wouldn’t dare propose in reality.
It’s a familiar struggle that every male and female goes through as they begin to “catch feelings.” Whether they be purely physical, emotional, or mental, they manifest them self in a familiar fashion. The unrequited daydreams are reminders of the currently unattainable.

Perfection

Body, mind, and spirit.

The other day it occurred to me that some look for all, then there are others who only acknowledge a body, but don’t admire the mind and spirit that lie within it. I recently talked about how the simplicity of the appreciation of the human form is a beautiful thing, and I still believe that, but I feel there is another aspect to it all that needs to be discussed. 
If you don’t have appreciation for the spirit and mind that lie within a beautiful body, I don’t think you are appreciating it the same way that one who appreciates all facets of the beautiful body is. 
There are those who are ravenous, and then those who know how to savor a delicious meal. You can put these two types of people at the same table, in the same setting, and serve the same food, but they won’t be experiencing the same thing. 
The savorer strategically ensures he has all of the flavors of the meal perfectly stacked onto his fork, so that he may enjoy the combination of flavors, and not mistakenly neglect the main complement of the dish. He looks at the food as an experience, allowing each succulent piece to resonate in his mouth, and dance on his tongue. He loved the aesthetic appeal of his meal and the unforgettable flavors that came along with it. He leaves, knowing that if he visits again, he will surely request the same meal. 
Then we have the ravenous man. He sees the plate of food and instantly knows it’s what he wants. He picks up his fork immediately and digs in. Instead of taking his sweet time to taste every individual bite, he decides the best approach is to eat it as fast as he can. He can’t control how delicious it is, and how badly he wants to continue to devour it. The man finishes the meal in record time, and requests seconds. The waiters tell him that that was the last one for the night, and the chef had gone home. The man, feeling unsatisfied and hungry, asks if the chef made anything else. They bring in a slice of cake, and the ravenous man grins, and proceeds with it in the same way he did the meal prior. 
These two people, given the same opportunity have drastically different experiences. The man who savored his meal truly appreciated it in all its complexity. The other man didn’t have such luck. He acknowledged that it was a very decadent meal, but didn’t pay it the same respect. 
I guess what it all boils down to is respect and understanding of that beautiful, perfect body. I’m not saying the ravenous man doesn’t have the capability to see its perfection, but he robs himself of true appreciation due to a lack of respect and understanding of it. Remember the old rule, “observe with your eyes and not your hands”? Let’s say you were instructed to apply that to the beautiful body in front of you. The sight of the body alone should elicit your true appreciation for it, not the sexual urges you may get when staring at the perfection. 
If you can look at the body in its most innocent, natural, and rawest state, you’ve seen enough to truly appreciate it. If you’ve only seen the act that it puts on for observers, you haven’t seen its truly beautiful form. 
I’m not going to discount the superficial lust that we all still can be entitled to, but I will say this. There is a difference between a temporary, fleeting appreciation and a continuous appreciation. If it was temporary and fleeting, then you truly didn’t see the perfection, and that’s a shame. 
Inside every beautiful, perfect body lies an even more remarkable spirit and mind to be appreciated. 

Thoughts 

It’s confusing to feel bliss one moment, then dissatisfaction with life at other points. This feeling surely isn’t a depressive sadness, but it also isn’t something to be ignored. When you feel dissatisfied, something needs to be changed. But what if you don’t want to change things, what if you change your mind and it’s too late, what if things fall through? It’s surely a gamble, but isn’t it worth it? Go for the uncertain option, or the dependable one? This kind of choice can be made simply, if both options happen to be equal. But what if the higher gamble brings the greater prize? Would it be worth risking it all only to fall… That is the question. At the present moment, dissatisfaction may roam through your body, but in the next, what if you just so happen to be content with the safe bet? 

Maybe it’s loneliness and you want to free yourself of the feeling by socializing, but rejection frightens you. Maybe it’s a choice one is making between two lovers. Perhaps, it’s between the career path you take in life. Or even between following a religion or removing yourself from that path. 
All of those things can be a gamble, and the cards lie in your hands. Do you risk it all, or quit before you lose everything? 
I don’t think it can necessarily be looked at as a black and white decision, because there’s always more to a story. There may be particular ties to the safe bet that one needs to undo before they feel ready to risk it all. Maybe they wish to go for the gamble, but the deliberation is requested too early, and they bet safe instead of big? 

Pick and choose I will

I know this post may come across as controversial to some, but bear with me through this, if you will. Now I know that the world varies from the religious, to the agnostics, all the way to the atheists. Personally I find that many people can offer an enlightened way of thinking about something, no matter if they are religious, or not. Each religion has a small piece of validity to it whether we like it or not. The other night I was listening to a YouTuber sharing his thoughts on religion, and it got me thinking about this. No matter what religion you choose to follow or if you choose to follow it or not, you see it as the correct choice. If there’s one thing we humans know, that there isn’t a perfect formula to life. No way of living can ever prove to be the end all, be all solution, for every single person. It is simply because as humans, we are unique and do not share the same value systems as one another. Some may see a life of partying as the best life, others may view living a life of purity as the best life. Others may strive to find the darkest part of themselves, to truly connect to the pain and raw truth to the unknown that we all can’t describe, simply to find an inspiration we all only dream of. Though no matter what your desired outcome may be, you can always find validity in quotes from books, whether they be about religion, or purely enlightened words from a fictional story. We connect to the most random statements, and we run with them, never looking back. There is something about the particular phrase and imagery that comes along with it that resonates in us. It’s not necessarily what the words are saying, rather the empowerment that the words provide to a certain individual. 
What I would like to call attention to is that there is not right or wrong way of living. No one has it figured out, and that’s ok. We don’t have to agree on the way we instinctually view things, because those instincts are helplessly ingrained in us. Some of us may find others with like minded thinking, and that is spectacular to find, but those we don’t agree with serve to challenge (not necessarily change) our thinking and allow us to develop our views more fully, whether we like it or not. 
I don’t see it as a crime to read or listen to material that particularly resonates with you. Whether it be rap, country music, pop songs, or books on religion. It is similar to falling in love, you don’t choose to connect with that person, it’s just something that clicks into place suddenly, and you realize it’s something special to you. It’s not shameful to then go along with these feelings and make the choice to think with your heart rather than your mind. It’s your own journey through life, and others can offer guidance, but they should never provide unsolicited coddling. 
The only truly shameful thing is when we allow our stark differences to interfere with how we treat others. It is one thing to believe that the proper way of living is to seem abrasive and intimidating at first glance to feel empowered, but it’s another to actually allow that to affect how you treat others around you. When those patterns seep into our treatment of others, that’s when the shame comes into play. 
You should never violate someone’s autonomy so long as you shall live. The moment you start making the calls of who lives and who dies, who suffers and who harms (physically and psychologically), is the moment when it’s gone too far. At that point, then there is a reason to disagree and press for a universal code to living. Though that’s not what everything should be brought to. Everyone has the ability to respect others differences and walk on by. Let’s look at this analogy: If you witness someone smoking, sure you may not agree with it, but that doesn’t mean you have to tear it out of their mouth. You can attempt to reason with them and provide them with facts on how it could harm them, but ultimately it’s their choice of how and how long they want to live. If they want complications with their lungs, you can simply continue on your way and remove yourself from their secondhand cloud of smoke. 
So I urge you all to not confine yourselves to one way of living, and be open to the possibility that you may resonate with simply a sliver of another mindset. Let’s stop trying to change one another, and accept that their is no universal way of life we should force one another to conform to. 

What does music mean to you? 

Recently I heard a few people’s perspectives on music, and why they listen to the certain type of music they do. I also read an essay that a comic book writer wrote about very graphic, violent comics and their affects on children. He mentioned a few stories about how comics actually bettered the lives of children, rather than leading them to violence. He also mentioned one particular story, where someone listened to gangster rap, because it made them feel empowered, and helped them get through a rough patch in their life. The author wrote about these particular forms of entertainment that gave the illusion that music, fictional stories, and all of the entertainment we participate in, could provide an outlet for people to express or indulge suppressed feelings. At the moment I’m sitting in a dark room, listening to music in my earbuds, with only the light of my computer screen penetrating the serenity I have created for myself. This is the way I unwind. The music is resounding in my ears, and I let it take me through a journey with my thoughts and senses, with every beat and lyric. 

At the moment I’ve left the song choice up to whatever happens to be on my spotify playlist. There is one common theme to all of this music though… It all is about people… Mainly relationships, yearning to be with someone, or heartbreak. I know many may say “well all songs are about people” that is very true… But none of these songs are talking about getting laid, partying, drinking, or celebrating the simple fact that it is the weekend (“oh my god it’s the weekend, put your hands up for the weekend” Eden xo, I’m referring to you…). 
These songs each provide their own little story, and I feel myself brought along on the journey of their relationships. If some of you may not have realized through prior posts, I am very fascinated by interactions, relationships, and the like, so these types of songs really appeal to me. Now there is one song that just straddles the line between being about hooking up or an actual relationship, that I like to listen to as well. I’m sure those of you who listen to mainstream music on the radio will be familiar with it, it’s Tove lo’s “talking body.” Now even though she may simply be singing about hooking up with the guy, there is a particular lyric that stands out to me in the song- “Now if we’re talking body, you’ve got a perfect one, so put it on me.” She’s not simply saying his body is sexy, she’s saying it’s perfect…. There is something about the true appreciation of the human form that resonates with me. The thought that no matter who you are, someone looks at your body and thinks you’re perfection, because everyone has a unique definition of a perfect body. Tove lo likes her guys thinner and more alternative looking, other women like their men in between thin and bulky, and then there are those who like bulky guys. No matter what shape or size your healthy body is, it is admired in the rawest form, by any lover who chooses to appreciate it with their hands or mouth… It may seem superficial to put any weight on random physical flings, but when you look at it in a deeper sense, no matter what your feelings are towards one another, you are savoring every touch, sight, taste of that amazing one-of-a-kind body, that lay before your eyes. To me, that’s quite an amazing experience we go through as humans. Many people don’t look at their body and think perfection, but when evaluating someone else’s body, they can go to the extreme of declaring it’s perfection. 
But back to the vague main point of all this rambling…
The power that fictional writings and music has, to create such vivid images in our minds is spectacular. The ability that these things have to evoke emotions is purely priceless, and I think it should be acknowledged more often. Simply reading or listening to music could serve to possibly be one of the best forms of therapy one could ever provide themselves.