Mental restlessness

One fine day a minister tells his king:
- Sir, the crops have been poisoned by a mushroom called "ergot de seigle" (who would then be used to make LSD). Whoever eats this will become crazy!
- Well, we have to warn the population so that they don't eat any, says the king.
- But, replies the minister, there is nothing to eat and if we dont give them the food they'll die of hunger and this will lead to a revolution.
- Well then, lets give them the poisoned crops and we'll eat from the good stocks of cereal.
- But, replies the minister, if everyone is crazy and we are the only sane ones we'll be considered crazy.
The king thinks about this and finaly says:
- We dont have a choice. We have to eat these poisoned crops like the rest of the population. However, he adds, we'll put a mark on our forehead just to remind us that we became crazy.

During the mating of green flies the female devours the male. Emotions overcome the female apetite and the first head that she sees seems to be very edible. The male fly on the other hand doesnt want to die at the hands of his mate and therefore, to get out of this precarious situation, the male green fly brings a bit of food as a  "present". This means that if madame green fly is hungry she can eat the little bit of food and her partner can copulate without being in any danger. In a more advanced group of green flies the male brings meat wrapped in a transparent cocoon thus winning precious time. In a 3rd category of flies they realised that the time to open the present was more important then the actual present. In this third category the cocoon is wrapped in much thicker material, is much more voluminous and... empty. The time it takes for the female to open the present the male has already done the deed.
 Thus the modification of some "Empis" flies for example which shake the present to see whether there is actualy a gift inside. But... there exists another parade for this. The male wraps his own excrements in a cocoon, these are heavy enough to pass for bits of meat.

 Male 1 - Female 0

 In the 1950's, a boat transporting wine bottles from Madera in Portugal unloads its cargo in a scottish harbor. A sailor goes into the cold room to see whether the stock was delivered properly. Unaware of his presence, another sailor closes the door. The prisoner hits the door and the walls as hard as he can but no one hears the poor soul; the ship sails away for Portugal.

 The man finds some food but knows that he cannot survive for a long time in this refrigerated place. He does however find the energy to grab a piece of metal and starts to write what he is going through, hour after hour, day after day. With a near scientific precision he counts his agony: How the cold is making him numb, freezes his nose, his fingers and toes. He claims his every breath hurts as it bites his throat.
 When the ship finally arrives in Lisbon, the captain who opens the container discovers the dead sailor. His story could be read on the walls. The incredible part of this story doesn't stop there however. The captain takes the temperature inside the container and the thermometer indicates 19C (66F). As the container in question didn't hold any valuable merchandise the refrigeration system hadn't been activated during the trip back. The man died only because he "thought" that he was cold.
 He was a victim of his own imagination.

Between
What I am thinking,
What I want to say,
What I think I am saying,
What I say,
What you want to hear,
What you think you heard,
What you hear,
What you want to understand,
What you think you understood,
What you understand,
There is ten possibilities that we got something wrong.
But let's try anyway...

I think that i should change my site's name to bored and complexed... For no specific reason i suppose, because i've got quite a bit of work in the ole house and i really doubt that im complexed (well i guess that everyone is a little complexed about something) but just for the fun of change the site's name. I wont do it tho i was just rambling on about it... i should change it to bored, complexed, and rambling.

 The thing with a blog is that you actualy have to put something in it. I've got permanent writers block when im not forced by threat or by any other means. I actualy have nothing to talk about that would amuse any sensible person and yet i feel that there has to be something to talk about.
Oh, something just popped into my head. DIARIES. You see in big families such as mine it would have never been possible to create a diary for the pure and simple reason that if you started one it would have been read by the entire family in less time for you to say "dont read it its my diary" and secondly because if you ever wanted to talk there's 4 other people to talk to about ur day/problems/feelings etc... I guess that sometimes you need a little privacy and sometimes you need to really vent out at something. Thing is tho, i could never have a diary. Not in a million years, although i kno that im loosing out on the precious feelings that im going through at a particualr moment and would only remember them if i put them down in paper but everything that i want or need to remember (and most of the times DONT want to remember) is supposedly neatly stacked in my brain. I guess that since im a guy and all i dont treasure these moments as well as i should but the only personal stuff that suffices me to remind me of a certain place or feelings are all the little letters that i wrote  in a particuarly boring class in school etc.... You see, just because im full of testosterone doesnt me that im not sentimental. :)

 I wonder whether people are born with this desire to write and express themselves or does it come with the circumstances that surround them. For a lonely child it would be natural to confide in something that would never be able to hurt you... I really dont know how single children grow up. It must be so hard! On the other hand i would think that if you're a single child you would either be super friendly to make as many friends as possible and therefore be able to confide in someone OR you'd close yourself up... therefore the writing in diaries comes in.
The following questions ensue: what if ur friend betrays you would you go back to the other type? What if you get a very best of best friend would you open up to them?

 I heard that it did a world of good to write down ur thoughts. Its what all psychologists ask children. I guess that the mind doesnt lie to itself, and when you're confiding to yourself you're at ur most vulnerable.

What then enables people to be strong minded? Have you ever been next to someone who just blows you away mentaly? A person which you can talk to and everything that comes out of their mouth is like gold?
What makes people become like that? confidence? education? common sense? passion?
 This has to be the key of all great artists, politicans, sportsmen... They all had the same desire. However, people dont need to be famous to shine. Does karma actualy exist? Sometimes when a person walks into a room you feel like he or she radiates..... does this mean that you're weak willed? Do people feel about this way like you? Why are we satisfied just by being normal? Why are people satisfied when they feel great? Who would give anything just to finish in first place? Who would be happy just to have tried?
 An 80 year old man recently participated and finished walking across the sahara desert (in a competition) why does he feel accomplishement when he finished in second last place? Is dedication the key to self respect? A man who spends 8 hours a day in a dirty work place just to feed his kids and wife would never feel this sense of accomplishement although he's working very hard to provide for the people he loves. He would however nearly climax as soon as his favorite football team scores a goal against the team's rivals. The fact that some people know everything there is to know about a certain football team, the number of goals scored by such player, the number of minutes spent in on the field, the number of grass blades on the home pitch... why would they be less worthy of people that are actualy playing on the field? Why dont we like spectators??? Why do famous people not have time for the people that make them famous?


                                Is being a fan an insult?

Not being a fan of any sport or of any band i admire people that can tell me absolutely everything about their idle. Its astonishing. Everythign down to the very last detail is memorised. What he or she eats, how many drugs he or she did, what was the low of their career, the high of the career... All of this known by heart. When you ask a fan why he or she does this the reply is also the same: THEY ARE THE GREATEST EVER!!!
 People that worship lets say... britney spears. How do they feel about her? Is she the greatest? She has such a wide fan base that she doesnt have time to thank every single one of her biggest fans. A little wave and then she's off to her $50 million mansion... how is that gratifying?
Is she entertainment? that might be the answer for people that dont worship her. I think that since her shows are so visualy appealing, and the music reasonable, the mind is taken away from the usual boredom of tv and work.
 So why need to know everything about her? Why do you need to kno everything about anyone? Are we as humans constantly trying to improve in what we lack and therefore we try to copy others by learning everything about them?
 
 No one is perfect... so what's stopping us from taking a little bit of this idle and a little bit of that idle, mashing it up and becoming a whole? Are we normies so imperfect? are stars perfect?

 So thing blog entry thing goes to everyone who is having a shitty day, who's down on their luck, who doesnt feel special. I just want you to know that IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!!!

nighty night,
cheers,
mani