And it begins...

Although I no longer have the seemingly endless inspiration (aka naivety. And angst. Can't forget angst) I had a couple of years back, I still find myself occasionally feeling a spark of bitter disgust towards humanity. Oh, what fools we all are, and what a fool I am amongst you. My disgust is self-defeating, as my disgust is directed towards people who hate. Yet, disgust is a form of hatred, and thus I hate myself.

People of all walks of life will inevitably find themselves criticizing another for something that they themselves are guilty of. The irony of hypocrisy is as natural to us as the act of living, for life's basic irony is the fact that the survival of one organism often requires of the demise and consumption of another.

Why would my first entry to this blog bring about this circular argument? Well my point is that every argument can be made circular; there is no argument that is wrong or right. There is only more wrong, or more right; the variables in that equation are our predispositions to the argument. However, in the right hands, any argument can be twisted to defeat itself, and therein lies the game we play.

With society and culture, we are presented with a variety of predispositions that regulate our daily discourse. Be it popular trends, educational goals, political agendas, or racial/generational gaps, we all fit a role that is as predefined as we want it to be. We can be conformists. We can be rebels. Or we may find that people who call themselves "rebels" are simply conforming to another group, that group being "rebels." At that point, titles such as "rebel" and "conformist" are meaningless. Yet, our predispositions insist that we need titles for everything in order to make sense of the world. We must name. We must categorize. We must define roles and identities. We must create institutions of understanding, and as we advance our understanding of such institutions, we develop increasingly rigid predispositions, which can make some of us very ignorant to the obvious.

Thus, my goal is to tickle, torment, turn about or turn out those predispositions, burn down those intellectual institutions, and revel in the chaos of revelation and reality. I am neither right nor wrong. I am simply amusement in the form didactic meanderings. Or didactic meanderings in the form of amusement. Or a meandering, didactic buffoon who does not amuse, but offends with unnecessary vulgarity and gaudy language. In either case, have you looked up the definition of didactic yet? If you have, congratulations, you just learned a new word.

Oh and by the way,

Fuck you.

This is Unrespect!