yeah, we all know that. but when do we really know that?….
I’ll tell you how I’m relearning and when I’m knowing it.
I’m moving out. With my girlfriend, whom I love dearly. I’m moving out of my parents’ place and into an apartment with my gf and a roommate. I’m am moving out on bare minimum wages…barely making enough to wipe my ass with…out of the comfort of knowing that I don’t even have to worry about a $20 co-pay at the doctor’s office because my mom’s got it.
I’m giving it up.
But not without the thought that it would be hard. I thought i knew that. You know?
That’s what I thought would be hard.
But you know what started out being hard. Taking it’s toll.
Picking out the apartment.
picking out furniture.
and decorations, etc.
two people molding their tastes and styles together could not be more frustrating.
we’re melding styles and all we can think about is a budget.
and all either of us can think about it who’s ass we’re going to pull these funds out of.
and all I can think of is how lost I feel.
working the hours i’m working, making as little as i’m making, knowing that i can’t contribute what I want to contribute and feeling like my say in things shouldn’t be as important as it is, but being torn that if my opinion doesn’t matter as equally, that I will be unhappy for many a month to come…but it does matter and I know that.
But shyt, when you’re choosing something as silly as a lampshade, can’t they have nice discount ones?
I just want to be living in my new apartment, with all the furniture set up and all the stuff unpacked so we can stop worrying about packing and moving and storage and money and the cat and the notarizing of letters to own a pet and getting the rent on time from the roommate and what to pack first/last and getting the house keys and just a bunch of junk.
I just want to get back to life.
me taking a picture of my pancakes
then me taking a picture of my pancakes as i fell down the stairs because i wasn’t paying attention because i was taking a picture of my pancakes
Marina Abramović, “Rhythm 0,” 1974
Marina Abramović is best known for her performance pieces, in which she tries to explore what is possible for an artist to do in the name of art. Her best known piece was the recent “The Artist Is Present,” in which she sat motionless for 736.5 hours over the course of three months, inviting visitors to sit opposite her and make eye contact for as long as they wanted. So many people began spontaneously crying across from her that blogs and Facebook groups were set up for those people.
Her bravest piece, however, is my favorite. This piece was primarily a trust exercise, in which she told viewers she would not move for six hours no matter what they did to her. She placed 72 objects one could use in pleasing or destructive ways, ranging from flowers and a feather boa to a knife and a loaded pistol, on a table near her and invited the viewers to use them on her however they wanted.
Initially, Abramović said, viewers were peaceful and timid, but it escalated to violence quickly. “The experience I learned was that … if you leave decision to the public, you can be killed… I felt really violated: they cut my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the public. Everyone ran away, escaping an actual confrontation.”
This piece revealed something terrible about humanity, similar to what Philip Zimbardo’s Stanford Prison Experiment or Stanley Milgram’s Obedience Experiment, both of which also proved how readily people will harm one another under unusual circumstances.
This performance showed just how easy it is to dehumanize a person who doesn’t fight back, and is particularly powerful because it defies what we think we know about ourselves. I’m certain the no one reading this believes the people around him/her capable of doing such things to another human being, but this performance proves otherwise.
-you and your girlfriend are on the dating website on which you met and find out that the same girl liked both of your profiles and wants to meet both of you :)….and then you both turn around and think “she sounds cool, let’s be her friend” lol