Friday, December 2, 2011

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There's no way you can discern what the above acronym means, so don't worry yourself.

I have nothing to talk about. I am not going to take the easy route on this post and put a video up because I need more words to meet the requirement, but I have zero things to throw hopelessly at a blog and be even remotely happy with. Maybe I'll tell a story.

Today I was driving in my car, on my way to work, listening to the radio, and a song that I had many many many many many times was playing, though I couldn't tell you the artist nor the title of the song, you know that's how music goes anymore, the song is identified by an excruciatingly bad chorus sung over the phone from a college freshman's first party instead of a title and artist name. Anyways, I'm driving to work and this song is playing, one that I've heard a bazillion times before, and at first I wasn't really listening but I then was listening. I turned it up. The song went something like: (It's "Bullet With Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins)

     Despite all my rage
     I am still just a rat in a cage
     Then someone will say
     What is lost can never be saved


You've probably heard it a bazillion times too. I never thought of the lyrics, not as more than just words anyway. I tend to think of the lyrics in their literal meaning, which is odd because when I study foreign language I look at literal meaning once, and then the rest of time I use the implicit meaning, or what it translates to. This drive was different though, because instead of literally thinking of a rat freaking out because he's being poked with a stick by a smug, fat kid outside his cage, I applied this metaphor to people. People who aren't in a position of power are rats. Generally these people are pissed off (because the fat kid is poking them, fat kid representing the people in power). They are in a cage though, intentionally placed between the two belligerents by the more powerful of the two, the fat kid, for the lesser power's (the rat's) "safety" or other vaguely defined positive word. How often have you felt you've been pacified, lied to, persuaded, oppressed, punished, or humiliated for the sake of one's reputation, ego, success, retainment of power, or other complex? I don't mean to sound like a hippy or a conspiracy theorist, because I'm not. I'm just saying that there exists a world designed to keep people in their place, doing the same things over and over and over, and I think too often people are willing to accept this and roll over, happy enough that they didn't take a risk for something they really wanted to do but managed not to become chronically depressed.

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