I'm perched - well, slouched, rather - upon my couch and watching this weeks episode of The Bachelor. I begin to wonder if I'm going about the whole romantic relationship thing wrong. I mean, I haven't choreographed a lyrical dance nor gawkily made wishes on fungi-infested decomposing leaves that I so philanderingly* threw up into the air. Do they really talk like that in real life?
It's that time again - the one where Jake, this season's two-timer, goes home to visit the families of the 4 remaining girls. I'm literally cringing in my seat watching this all unfold; I can't decide whether the whole situation is pathetic or simply dense. Probably a combination of both. Now mind you, I'm no cynic, after all I'm a firm believer in love, but going on a tv show seems a bit absurd, and here are my reasons why. I apologize in advance for my cheekiness.
Firstly, it's awkward. If the stuttering and obsessive tears weren't enough, there has to be a camera in your face to quadruple the nervous ticks. I keep going into Comm. major mode - just watching and studying how the two (whichever girl you'd like to envision with Jake, and yes, they're interchangeable) interact screams of insecurities and discomfort, yet, they're "in love?" I can't handle it.
"Hey!"
"Hello..." says girl, as she runs up and gayly leaps into his arms.
"I'm so happy to be here!"
Now, just imagine that with forced smiles and unease written all over it. Painful, right?
Secondly, where do they find these bachelorettes who aren't even bachelorettes to begin with? Married, going through a divorce, still attached to an ex - a lot of excess baggage that I'm sure no man should have to, nor want to deal with. If it's meant to be, it'll happen in time, and once the papers are final.
Thirdly, everything feels forced. Everything feels coerced to some extent - each date perfectly conspired by a talented love-enthusiastic crew of writers and producers. Because it's completely reasonable to go to Hawaii on a first date, or bungee jumping, or have candles that maintain a perfect flame for 20349824 hours. Their only real conversations are about their troubled past relationships, and how they've been hurt, which adds up to a grand interaction total of 45 minutes. Grow up, get over it, and stop being pitiful.
I almost was going to conclude, before a fourth reason just yelled at me. I don't enjoy watching an hour of a guy saying the same thing repeatedly. Nor do I enjoy watching him make out with each girl, either. The more I think of it, I don't even know why the show's ratings are so high. Maybe people like watching other individuals suffer, because that's basically what it is: a three ring circus of deterioration. If I had to sit back and wait for a guy to decide if he'd rather be with me over 3 other girls, I'd be an utter mess. But then again, I'd never put myself in that situation, nor should anyone, which returns me to the beginning of this post: they're densely pathetic. And that goes to all parties involved.
I'm not sure how I was able to write this much on the topic, as it wasn't even supposed to be up for articulation. However, it is what it is, and I just hope ABC gets slapped in a nice, why-are-you-obscuring-reality kind of way. Thank you for taking my mind off of more important things like scrubbing the floors or cleaning out the litter box.
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* A word made up for argument's sake.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Speak Up Sonny, I Can't Hear You.
There's a bit of stuff I hold in. Actually, the more I think of it, I probably internalize a lot more than I should. I'm like a gigantic (relatively speaking) featherlight Dirt Devil with my microfresh filtration trapping over 99% of dust and allergens. Except, in this case, the cat fur and pine needles* just pile up with no means of an escape. This definitely can't be healthy**.
Maybe that's why I've become so entwined within my comfort zone. Maybe that's why I've become so closed off from reality. Maybe that's why anyone ever is.
I mean, think about it: in today's society (or within Western civilization), the tick of the clock reigns supreme. Life is busy; Deadlines are created and demanded to be met. People bite off more than they can chew, yet strive to prove to the world that they're in control, that they're going to come out ahead. This interminable pursuit of commercialism becomes prioritized and interpersonal relations take a back seat. Actually, it's not even in the vehicle. It's probably still waiting at the bus stop, in the rain, with no overhead protection, and there's a tornado warning. It also doesn't have any shoes. But yet, this social association still waits patiently to be picked up. Why?
No one can go on living forever without it.
It's funny, because, after conversing with a friend about the matter, we pooled together our ideas and came up with our own logical (of course) assumption: the primal reason we close ourselves off is because we feel that no one can give us an honest second of their day. Sure, you can ask how I'm doing, and I'll reply, "I'm well, thanks." "How's school going?" "It's school," I'll say, and issue a supportive laugh. But that's it. Humanity is too busy for an ounce of sincerity, for a teaspoon of geniality (and that's not even asking much). Therefore, disclosure shallows out to breath rather than depth, and everyone goes about their day just as the prior.
This is in no way saying that humanity is a walking vacuum cleaner time bomb. It is saying, though, that no one can get through life alone - I'm willing to bet on it. You can only fight through the traffic of stress, pressures and deviances for so long before you realize you have a stop to make. After all, whatever you believe, Adam and Eve, nor our ape-like ancestors, could have survived without each other. Either way mankind wouldn't exist.
Karl A. Menninger stated that, "Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand." Maybe people just need to take more communication courses, or maybe I've just taken too many. All in all, life, it would seem, could be that much more of a comfort rather than chore, if humanity simply stopped hearing.
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*One of our cats, Lola, ingested pine needles and proceeded to purge all about the apartment.
**However, my immune system is impeccable - 5 second rule? Try the minute rule.
Maybe that's why I've become so entwined within my comfort zone. Maybe that's why I've become so closed off from reality. Maybe that's why anyone ever is.
I mean, think about it: in today's society (or within Western civilization), the tick of the clock reigns supreme. Life is busy; Deadlines are created and demanded to be met. People bite off more than they can chew, yet strive to prove to the world that they're in control, that they're going to come out ahead. This interminable pursuit of commercialism becomes prioritized and interpersonal relations take a back seat. Actually, it's not even in the vehicle. It's probably still waiting at the bus stop, in the rain, with no overhead protection, and there's a tornado warning. It also doesn't have any shoes. But yet, this social association still waits patiently to be picked up. Why?
No one can go on living forever without it.
It's funny, because, after conversing with a friend about the matter, we pooled together our ideas and came up with our own logical (of course) assumption: the primal reason we close ourselves off is because we feel that no one can give us an honest second of their day. Sure, you can ask how I'm doing, and I'll reply, "I'm well, thanks." "How's school going?" "It's school," I'll say, and issue a supportive laugh. But that's it. Humanity is too busy for an ounce of sincerity, for a teaspoon of geniality (and that's not even asking much). Therefore, disclosure shallows out to breath rather than depth, and everyone goes about their day just as the prior.
This is in no way saying that humanity is a walking vacuum cleaner time bomb. It is saying, though, that no one can get through life alone - I'm willing to bet on it. You can only fight through the traffic of stress, pressures and deviances for so long before you realize you have a stop to make. After all, whatever you believe, Adam and Eve, nor our ape-like ancestors, could have survived without each other. Either way mankind wouldn't exist.
Karl A. Menninger stated that, "Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand." Maybe people just need to take more communication courses, or maybe I've just taken too many. All in all, life, it would seem, could be that much more of a comfort rather than chore, if humanity simply stopped hearing.
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*One of our cats, Lola, ingested pine needles and proceeded to purge all about the apartment.
**However, my immune system is impeccable - 5 second rule? Try the minute rule.
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