Monday, December 15, 2014

Do I really need a title I mean come on this is basically a notebook

Okay READY?

Man, I just got my groove thrown SO HARD by a Spotify ad. Something about
"when I was little the best part about Christmas was deciding which toy I got to take to bed (really? that's the best part of your Christmas? seems a stretch). Now, it's you."
Oh. WHY

The lengths people will go to for advertising. Honestly. But the sad thing is that it must really work, otherwise it wouldn't still be happening, companies wouldn't still be paying big dolla for crappy adverts. Which means there are people in the world who are dumb enough to watch one of those cheese-ass prescription commercials and think to themselves, "Wow, look how happy they are! That could be me, if only I was on X drug!"

Yeah. I don't know. It seems like most individuals will agree with the claim that the majority of the world is full of morons. But if the majority of the world believes that the majority are morons...?

.......????

We're probably all morons. I mean look at me, I tell myself I hate retail, I hate chain corporations, and I still find myself shopping at Walmart and when I do, buying things I don't need. Because I want the things. Having new things feels good.


So I recently watched a TED talk by Adam Baker. It's called:
"Sell your crap. Pay your debt. Do what you love."
It's pretty good, I recommend everyone watch it. After I watched it I filled a big black garbage bag full of crap from my tiny bedroom and put it in the garage to donate. I'm proud of myself for that. And you know what? I don't even remember what's in that bag, even though I definitely remember toiling over some of the crap I put in there. Granted, my room is still messy, and I still have too much stuff, and the bag sat outside my bedroom door for three or four days before I progressed it into the garage, and I didn't sell any of it and I'm not backpacking in Australia. But it helps.

shrug


This isn't what I set out to write about, but there it is. Let it be known that I feel like an idiot writing in this blog, writing as if someone might read it yet hoping that nobody reads it, at least not until I can get used to this and start making any sense per post.


okay I'm done