Dreams

a thing that makes me happy is hearing a song that I know and like in public


i've been so tired.

i slept for like 11 hours and when i woke up i felt so tired, unenergetic, like a lethargic lounge lizard. and i felt like what am i doing with my life, i wish i could just go to sleep for a couple of years.

and i don't like society or the way this world is run. i don't like how they make you learn and stress over things that you don't need to know, instead of just enjoying living (gerund). if adults want to know what's wrong with children these days, it's obviously not the children because children have been the same for many millenia. it's the society that we have been brought up in that has changed.

there should be more mrs. clarke's. they should make teaching something that people want to do. because the things that are going to influence the world in the future aren't the cure for cancer or hovercars, it's the people themselves. teachers, esp. primary school teachers, shape what a generation is going to be.

i was walking through eastwood and i thought "i hate society". and i felt like agent smith from the matrix. i don't like society.

sometimes i see people planting plants and gardening in their front gardens. and i think "is that really what you want to do?". because it's the real life equivalent of getting your perfect, EV-trained, good-natured, good-moves, level 100 superpokemon.

i don't like how this society is based on what people want, and the pursuit of happiness. like people wanting to be promoted for a job, which makes them work efficiently and harder the way the economy needs them to. and when they get the promotion, they are happy. for a few days. then they find something else to aim for.

and when they are done and they look back, they think "why did i work so hard? i wanted to be happy. how come i'm not happy? have i been chasing temporary constructs of happiness my entire life? i've been exploited. everyone who runs along with society is being exploited."


happiness is a choice. mm... maybe. kind of. happiness is being content with what you have, and not what you could have. the happiness you get from pursuing things is only temporary. are any of you in my ext class. no, ok

Hank: WHEN I
WAS STILL JUST A KID, I REMEMBER MY FATHER TELLING ME WHAT HE THOUGHT THAT IT TOOK FOR A MAN TO BE HAPPY.
Hank: SIMPLE THINGS, REALLY... A WIFE HE LOVES, A DECENT JOB, FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS WHO LIKE AND RESPECT HIM. AND FOR A WHILE THERE, WITHOUT HARDLYEVEN REALIZING IT, I HAD ALL THAT.
I WAS A HAPPY MAN.

he's the main character in A Simple Plan.

he along with 2 other guys, find $4.4 million inside a plane. no one seems to be looking for the money. they take it. things happen because of greed envy deceit mistrust etc. people die. he becomes a murderer. he doesn't live happily ever after.


what tangent

anyway what i was meant to be saying is i don't like how society exploits people who think temporary happiness is the way to go. it should be based on teaching people to be content with what they have, because when you get something you want, a few days later you will forget how awesome it is that you have said thing. like my own new computer. it was happy getting it for a few days. now it's just the normal.


dad was buying meat. i guess i'm abnormal in this regard, but i found it dis-settling. that meat was once an animal. an animal which was bred and grown simply for the purpose of being killed and eaten. what a life

farming is exploiting. what is exploiting anyway. i guess exploiting is screwing something over for personal gain. if you change that into a species perspective, it's humans screwing over other species for gain. we screw over/exploit plants as well, but it's okay because plants aren't conscious.

i don't know if you heard it or not, i have, because i listen to the radio every morning on the way to epping
australia's live cattle exports to indonesia have been stopped because once the cattle get there, they aren't killed properly. they were beaten, cut, whipped etc until they died, then they were finally turned into meat which i'm assuming was eaten.

so what's wrong with that? why did we stop exporting over there?


something about it being morally wrong, and inhumane.

because this is a lot different to sending the cattle to a different slaughterhouse, to be rendered unconscious by an electric shock, and then turned into meat.


what's the difference here?
the process of killing. electric shock vs painfully beaten to death

end result? it's the same. you get your ** meat.


the morally wrong and inhumane thing is killing the animal while it is conscious. it's okay to kill it while it is unconscious, though. because, you know, that's how society works. if it doesn't know about it, it's AOK.


and that's why they stopped exporting cattle. because it's morally wrong and inhumane to kill cattle like that.

well i'll tell you something morally wrong and inhumane. breeding cattle so they can be eaten in the first place.

i think it's funny that people have overlooked that. ohhh, right, yeah, exploiting them in the first place. haha. yeah.


i find it funny that people protect endangered species. because it's morally wrong to commit species-cide. we can't just kill of a species of animal, it's not right. however, we can exploit many many species of animals, as long as we don't kill them off. that's okay.

but tell me, humans, which is worse?

to die, or to spend your entire life in slavery?



what tangent. whoops

was meant to talk about my day and how tired i am of things (via subtext (which i didn't do either))



umm

had a haircut today. heard "animal" on the radio, and i think the baulko aid cover of it was way better than the original. disliking haircut as usual, but i don't really mind that so much.


was there a fb page saying "nice haircut actually means i noticed your haircut"
something like that

well anyway, no, in reality (for me), your haircut looks terrible but i won't tell you that because you'll feel self-conscious.
but really, i don't care what you look like, i'm pretty sure everyone you know doesn't care what you look like, so even though it looks (bad), don't worry no one cares.


and that is daniel on appearances. thoughts like that probably only apply in places like our school.



what was i meant to be talking about, anyway. i swear tangents make up most of my posts than the planned content. like calculus

speaking of which i have a tonne of holiday homework which i'm not going to be doing. yet.




and i haven't had any rememberable dreams for a long time. disregard the title it's just a song i heard in eastwood, which doesn't apply to me in any way, shape, form, or respect at all.












oh, oh, and do you see that box right there? yeah, that one that says post a comment. yeah. i can't click on it. (no don't click on it yourself)
cant click on cbox's either


i should probs be more respectful to dad. but i seriously dislike it when people say things which aren't true. things which they think are true. i hate ignorance. maybe that's why society and human nature can go burn in space.

and my mum's coming home tomorrow (i bet you didn't know she was gone), been gone for two weeks. i guess since she's left i've learned how independant i am, of everything, really. if i could speak chinese properly, i would be able to take on and beat the world, all by myself.