Misfit musings for meditation

[robinbloke]

Or something. Or nothing. I have definitely been thinking way too much lately, which is a change from not thinking enough admittedly, but I'm beginning to draw some strange parallels between my life and other peoples whom I'd never have identified with before until I looked at my life hard enough.
But then I don't believe in coincidences, I simply believe that given the sheer number of factors and variables in reality odds are that sooner or later (and usually sooner) that similarities can be drawn or bizarrely found out, it's in the numbers and there's enough things going on that sooner or later someone will find something.
Damn, answered an email and lost my railroading train of ramble, still it'll soon pick up and roll off down the tracks.
Still with me? You must be bored.
For reference the pre-mid life crisis realisation situation was from something one of my friends back at Uni decided, he had (perhaps rashly) determined that he should be married by 30, and indeed, he was - after a rather hasty romance with a lass he met. I still recall the wedding, I was smashed out of my mind, it was a great day... maybe not quite so much for the brides family as my friend had (most likely inadvisably) invited all his university mates in leu of family for his part of the reception. Drunken chaos abounded as a result. Ah well. Yes, anyway, the ill-fated wedding lasted less than a year anyway, perhaps he learnt something or perhaps it couldn't have worked - it maybe didn't help that he joined the Air force a month later...
And it's that 30 thing again for me, it ~is~ just a number, but numbers are fading fast as life markers in my existence right now, I blink and I've missed them. I'm still trying to entirely get to grips with the fact that it is the hallowed 21st century, 2000 having been and gone. Maybe not so much as a shocker for myself of the state of the world (my cynical nature should have reminded me that little would change really) still is nothing particularly special beyond the magic 2k. No flying cars or suchlike... although the culture disappointment is likely much less so for myself than for someone of a generation or two earlier, who were probably expecting colonies on Mars by now.
Nope, I think that it's lately I'm delving into introspection for what exactly "life is all about" whilst half-trying to avoid the basic realisation I've always held that there is no point to life anyway, there is no magic answer, secret afterlife or inner mason handshake that will reveal the whole wonder and spectrum of existence. We just are. We exist to breed another generation of ourselves having evolved from primordial soup with entirely too much intelligence to use and entirely too good an ability to kill each other since we've long since past the stage where the challenge of killing any other species on the planet no longer represents any kind of difficulty.

That said I'm still going to attempt to pimp myself next month, kill or cure I say.

Comments

Colonies on Mars

[karohemd.livejournal.com]

Twenty years ago people thought all kinds of things would be possible in 2000, from flying (or at least petrol-free) cars to colonies. Nobody would have suspected that now 70% of the population would have a little electronic box in their shirt pockets with which they could phone all over the world, or how the processing power of computers has progressed. It's strange how prediction and actuall progress differ, isn't it?

And about the 30 thing, I as someone being three years ahead of you (minus a month and a couple of days), you're only as old as you feel.
True, I sometimes realize, shit, I'm almost 33 already and still haven't accomplished what I thought I would have when I was younger and I do have certain regrets about certain (non-)decisions. Then again, I think, what would have happened, if I had(n't) done X? Would I be as reasonably happy as now, happier or less happy? Nobody knows. The above point applies here as well, I think.

Re: Colonies on Mars

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Well, I've a month or so until 30, so I've decided to get my mid-life crisis over and done with before then, if nothing else, and have done with it ;)

[wyrdness.livejournal.com]

Strangely at the only very minor age of 21 where I still hate being virtually the youngest in any group I hang around with, I was thinking about what it would be to be 30 a few dys ago. I think it's tinted from a young persons perceptions though because it didn't seem like a great place to be for myself. From their it spiralled out of control and left me thinking "Help, I only have about 40 years to do something before I croak and most of that time I'll be old and descrepid". Yes, I do seem to have a fear of getting old... Which is stupid because it's going to happen eventually. I think it's because a lot of old (I mean old) people I know don't do anything, learn anything, don't especially care for anything and I don't want to be like that. I may not do stuff right now, but at least I have the choice if I want, it seems that as you grow up and get older a lot of choices are taken away from you.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

I have it all planned out when I get old.

I'm going to buy the biggest, flashest, fastest car I can and then drive everywhere at 10 miles per hour.

[wyrdness.livejournal.com]

Well, it sounds like something to do. I was just planning on tripping over irritating, big mouthed children/ teenagers with my cane. But after swwing an old man try to actively swing for the little buggers a few days ago I relaise how stupid that looks.... But still, tripping them up may still be okay if done with subtly and stuff :)

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Electric fencing and trained attack hamsters, much more fun.