Sunday, 13 June 2010
I think my hormones made me do this... TMI, I know
Well, how it seems like just yesterday I was stuck without a Microsoft Office and was contemplating to continue my writings on Notepad before dropping off the face of the Earth for almost 5 months. In my defence, I have posted stuff up like once? Or possibly twice.
Anyways, fast forward to the present and here I am with a new copy of Office but sadly writing is in the far back corner of my brain. Well, at least until I am done with my exams, hopefully. I do however have a rather lengthy break until my next paper and I am currently trying to de-compress my brain and give my last subject a fresh start on Monday (again, hopefully). This also means that I have time to think about other matters besides who were the geniuses to invent and popularise the matrix (as in rectangular array of numbers, not the last good (in comparison) movie Keanu Reaves was in) just to torture me and my OCD-ness. So without further ado, and possibly less self-references, I present my little piece (not really) on...
Life. We come in alone and we leave alone. But we were never meant to go through it alone. And that coming from a pretty serious loner, you know it has to have a little ounce of truth.But then, I am a little too much of a (closeted) romantic for my own good, so... Err... Don’t really know why I said that...
I believe that the human species would not sustain a life of solitude, not for long anyways. Even in this day and age, you just don’t see someone living up to a hundred and ten while being a complete recluse, or maybe there’s just no one with them to realise their accomplishment, not that they would want anyone to.
Refocusing the topic a little to a more relatable angle, as I do not intend to hold a competition or wager to see who amongst us will live the longest, I would like to recall your mind back to the earliest memory of your life. Does another human not play a significant part of it? (Unless you were Tarzan.) From infancy, we are tied, quite literally, to another person. In fact, our survival heavily depended on another person. And as we grow and mature, our dependence matures along with us into a different form. We seek less sustenance for our body, but instead focus more on our soul.
It may start as early as childhood, or at times some may be preoccupied until a much later stage in life, but eventually we all feel it. We all, at one point in time or another, look for ‘the one’. Whether we may need it or not, it may be debatable but much like the Internet, overtime it becomes a necessity (in most cases anyways) and life seems so amiss without it.
Now, when I said the one, I do not just necessarily mean your future wife/husband. I do not seem to understand why society is so fixated still, in this day and age, to pigeon-hole everything into the norm or otherwise. Personally, I do not find it odd that people of the same gender fall in love, or that sometimes the bond between a human and their pet is much stronger than any of their intraspecies relationships. (Let’s face it, humans can be such a bitch at times.) As long as they find that someone who makes them happy, who knows them so much better than they do themselves, and who truly cares for them, isn’t that not love?
Why does there have to be a need to criticise and judge, and potentially jeopardise the happiness of two others just for the sake of preserving ‘normality’? Who are we do define what normality is? Sure, one may argue that a necessary (by-)product of that particular human relation is to ensure the continuity of our race on this Earth but I find that too narrow a perspective to assimilate into. Who’s to say it’s not for the betterment of the Earth if we slow down our population growth, or even cease to exist completely? Do you not see the irreversible damages we have cause unto it already? Besides, is it really of benefit to us (or the future generation) that there are humans still on Earth a hundred years from now?
I just do not seem to fathom why there is still this Draconian ruling on what is defined to be a relationship, be it in dating and marriage, but especially sexuality. It greatly saddens me that people do not feel free to express who they really are, or worse still when they are just so terrified of being different that it causes them to shut out everyone completely. I just hope that someday they will be able to see that it’s not set in stone. If it makes you happy and it is not causing any harm (physically or mentally) to either parties, why not go for it? Honestly, do people seriously think that a serial rapist is better than a homosexual?
Love, like almost every aspect of life, is not static. It’s changes and develops as we do and frankly, I do not find it logical that the structures that encompass it be unchanging. It is as if containing a growing matter in a rigid vessel. Perhaps that is a contributing factor to why more and more marriages are failing in this day and age.
So, is there a point for all my babbling? Maybe, or maybe not? But if it has got you thinking, just a little, about your perception on human dependence and relationships, maybe that’s all there is to this article.
To those reading this that are believers of the traditional ideals and axioms of human relationships, please know that I am not trying to badmouth tradition. You have every right to your opinion as I do to mine. I know that I am way in over my head in the matter(s) above and when re-reading through what I have written, I have gone (way) off the tangent a few times, but overall I am pretty satisfied with what I wrote. Or maybe that's just the drowsiness speaking....
Any-hoo,
Anyways, fast forward to the present and here I am with a new copy of Office but sadly writing is in the far back corner of my brain. Well, at least until I am done with my exams, hopefully. I do however have a rather lengthy break until my next paper and I am currently trying to de-compress my brain and give my last subject a fresh start on Monday (again, hopefully). This also means that I have time to think about other matters besides who were the geniuses to invent and popularise the matrix (as in rectangular array of numbers, not the last good (in comparison) movie Keanu Reaves was in) just to torture me and my OCD-ness. So without further ado, and possibly less self-references, I present my little piece (not really) on...
Dependence and Relationships
Life. We come in alone and we leave alone. But we were never meant to go through it alone. And that coming from a pretty serious loner, you know it has to have a little ounce of truth.
I believe that the human species would not sustain a life of solitude, not for long anyways. Even in this day and age, you just don’t see someone living up to a hundred and ten while being a complete recluse, or maybe there’s just no one with them to realise their accomplishment, not that they would want anyone to.
Refocusing the topic a little to a more relatable angle, as I do not intend to hold a competition or wager to see who amongst us will live the longest, I would like to recall your mind back to the earliest memory of your life. Does another human not play a significant part of it? (Unless you were Tarzan.) From infancy, we are tied, quite literally, to another person. In fact, our survival heavily depended on another person. And as we grow and mature, our dependence matures along with us into a different form. We seek less sustenance for our body, but instead focus more on our soul.
It may start as early as childhood, or at times some may be preoccupied until a much later stage in life, but eventually we all feel it. We all, at one point in time or another, look for ‘the one’. Whether we may need it or not, it may be debatable but much like the Internet, overtime it becomes a necessity (in most cases anyways) and life seems so amiss without it.
Now, when I said the one, I do not just necessarily mean your future wife/husband. I do not seem to understand why society is so fixated still, in this day and age, to pigeon-hole everything into the norm or otherwise. Personally, I do not find it odd that people of the same gender fall in love, or that sometimes the bond between a human and their pet is much stronger than any of their intraspecies relationships. (Let’s face it, humans can be such a bitch at times.) As long as they find that someone who makes them happy, who knows them so much better than they do themselves, and who truly cares for them, isn’t that not love?
Why does there have to be a need to criticise and judge, and potentially jeopardise the happiness of two others just for the sake of preserving ‘normality’? Who are we do define what normality is? Sure, one may argue that a necessary (by-)product of that particular human relation is to ensure the continuity of our race on this Earth but I find that too narrow a perspective to assimilate into. Who’s to say it’s not for the betterment of the Earth if we slow down our population growth, or even cease to exist completely? Do you not see the irreversible damages we have cause unto it already? Besides, is it really of benefit to us (or the future generation) that there are humans still on Earth a hundred years from now?
I just do not seem to fathom why there is still this Draconian ruling on what is defined to be a relationship, be it in dating and marriage, but especially sexuality. It greatly saddens me that people do not feel free to express who they really are, or worse still when they are just so terrified of being different that it causes them to shut out everyone completely. I just hope that someday they will be able to see that it’s not set in stone. If it makes you happy and it is not causing any harm (physically or mentally) to either parties, why not go for it? Honestly, do people seriously think that a serial rapist is better than a homosexual?
Love, like almost every aspect of life, is not static. It’s changes and develops as we do and frankly, I do not find it logical that the structures that encompass it be unchanging. It is as if containing a growing matter in a rigid vessel. Perhaps that is a contributing factor to why more and more marriages are failing in this day and age.
So, is there a point for all my babbling? Maybe, or maybe not? But if it has got you thinking, just a little, about your perception on human dependence and relationships, maybe that’s all there is to this article.
To those reading this that are believers of the traditional ideals and axioms of human relationships, please know that I am not trying to badmouth tradition. You have every right to your opinion as I do to mine. I know that I am way in over my head in the matter(s) above and when re-reading through what I have written, I have gone (way) off the tangent a few times, but overall I am pretty satisfied with what I wrote. Or maybe that's just the drowsiness speaking....
Any-hoo,
Good Night & Good Bye (for now)
Monkey J
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