Little Cat Feet Tank Drives Deep into Hometown, USA
I'm a tank with cat feet. Yeah, that's right. A Rommel engine with a pure sense of stealth. A home invasion squad on tiptoe. A gramma with a pistol on her hip. A ninja-star wielding paperboy come to collect. I am all of these things. Why?
Because I'm tired, that's why.
I'm tired of doing things the old way, the nonsensical way, the way that proves to the world I'm a sucker and a shlep. I want power and lots of it. I want to be out in the job market field and when I say Pull! the little clay disk that is employment falls to the earth with a sodden thud and my lackey goes out and gets muddy picking up the shards. I want to exude such self-confidence that I scare people with my slick, Teflon-like structure. I want to dominate every interview, cut the bullshit and take names. I want to make sure people are reprimanded for not speaking to me in the terms for which I'm accustomed.
There are two types of people in this world - those that do because they can, and those who don't do anything. Those who demand their place and those who wait for others to do the demanding for them. Sideliners and headliners and there ain't no in-between. I'm sick of using up my energy trying to stay with the pack. "Let's all huddle together and hope something astrological happens, k?" "I dunno, I guess, no, you're right, you're right, I totally need to work on that, no, I need to hear it, I need to do something...."
Do this: kill yourself. Kill everything you know to be wrong. Kill your habits, your belief systems, your petty little idiosyncrasies that keep you in the dark, down where the smelly moss grows thick and smothers your life. No one cares about you more than you should care about yourself. What is your opinion about anything worth if your opinion of Who You Are is so small?
I'm sick of it. I'm sick of talking big and walking like a toddler holding tightly onto Mommy's arm down the street. No one should listen to me unless my voice is coming out of a loudspeaker and my eyes are tremendous orbs bulging out of a billboard in downtown Los Angeles or dominating the Jumbotron in Times Square. What else is there?
I'm tired and sick of holding myself down. Godzilla had no doubts about whether entering the city and wreaking havoc was a bad thing. King Kong didn't bust a nail crushing biplanes and then fret over it.
Because I'm tired, that's why.
I'm tired of doing things the old way, the nonsensical way, the way that proves to the world I'm a sucker and a shlep. I want power and lots of it. I want to be out in the job market field and when I say Pull! the little clay disk that is employment falls to the earth with a sodden thud and my lackey goes out and gets muddy picking up the shards. I want to exude such self-confidence that I scare people with my slick, Teflon-like structure. I want to dominate every interview, cut the bullshit and take names. I want to make sure people are reprimanded for not speaking to me in the terms for which I'm accustomed.
There are two types of people in this world - those that do because they can, and those who don't do anything. Those who demand their place and those who wait for others to do the demanding for them. Sideliners and headliners and there ain't no in-between. I'm sick of using up my energy trying to stay with the pack. "Let's all huddle together and hope something astrological happens, k?" "I dunno, I guess, no, you're right, you're right, I totally need to work on that, no, I need to hear it, I need to do something...."
Do this: kill yourself. Kill everything you know to be wrong. Kill your habits, your belief systems, your petty little idiosyncrasies that keep you in the dark, down where the smelly moss grows thick and smothers your life. No one cares about you more than you should care about yourself. What is your opinion about anything worth if your opinion of Who You Are is so small?
I'm sick of it. I'm sick of talking big and walking like a toddler holding tightly onto Mommy's arm down the street. No one should listen to me unless my voice is coming out of a loudspeaker and my eyes are tremendous orbs bulging out of a billboard in downtown Los Angeles or dominating the Jumbotron in Times Square. What else is there?
I'm tired and sick of holding myself down. Godzilla had no doubts about whether entering the city and wreaking havoc was a bad thing. King Kong didn't bust a nail crushing biplanes and then fret over it.
posted by Stefush at 9:36 AM
5 Comments:
> What else is there?
You're right. There aren't enough people with hyper-inflated egos in America. We can only hope more people follow your example.
As you nurture hatred of weakness in yourself, you may notice that you begin to react with disgust to weakness in others. This is only normal and in fact should be encouraged. Now that Leader Bush has set America on the path to her true destiny, weakness can no longer be tolerated in our society. Join your local Joy Through Strength™ brigade and help make our country strong and pure again!
Either that or read Camus.
That's right - Camus. Ain't no God like me, Lord, ain't no God like me. Truer words were never spoken. But seriously! The facts are there: either you make your own choices, or they're made for you. You live with the consequences of your actions, and so many people are content with not even really ACTING on anything. Habits form. Neuroses bloom. And you get older, subliminally more bitter and distanced from any passions you once held, and then you're too effing feeble to take action should you want to.
That's why being an actor is so important to me - it forces the issue every time you perform. There are no roles for people in the wings, right? You have to get out there and blaze and take responsibility for effecting a change in the audience. And ultimately, in yourself. "Dunno" is not an answer. "I guess" is not affirmative action.
Why are we so afraid of the space we occupy in life?
> either you make your own choices, or they're made for you
Now this is true. Although being aware of all your options for choice requires full consciousness, which is rare, especially when you were 5.
> There are no roles for people in the wings, right?
All the world's a stage.
> Why are we so afraid of the space we occupy in life?
Because every action has both good and evil consequences. With power comes responsibility.
No, with power comes a toaster. Duh!
I don't think it's good and evil consequences. I think it's the spotlight of owning the blame or the glory. That's where the Buddhists and I get into hot water - or any real wisdom branch for that matter. They all say to ease up equally on the feelings you get from your successes and failures both. I think on the other hand that you should rush out on both, maximize the attendant feelings. Of course this is what bipolar folks are wont to do, so maybe it's not such a wise outlook.
Stefush the anti-Buddha!
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