Saturday, March 29, 2014

Can't Knock the Hustle: Attitude, Feelings and Free Will

February 1, 2006 at 10:32pm




I stumbled upon an old email this morning where this friend of mine said: "you own your feelings, no one can else should or can influence them." That got me thinking. First it's total bullshit. Then I thought about a work conference a few weeks ago where a motivational (I use that term loosely) speaker talked to my group about a variety of things, with the theme being "Choose your Attitude." He seemed like a nice enough guy, fairly intelligent perhaps (actually he's genius - probably making 8-10K a pop for dishing out his bullshit), and he did say some things that the audience seemed interested in, and he took my mind off a doozy of a hangover that day.

Specifically, he made me think how powerless we are. This 'choose your attitude' theme simply cannot be applied in the real world. I.e., I cannot wake up at 7am tomorrow and convince myself that it feels good to get up that early, that there is a benefit, that it's going to be a great day, etc. Just like I can't have a death in the family and convince myself that it doesn't hurt to think about. My point is: external factors influence us on so many levels that we don't even realize. That said: I can choose things to a certain degree, but given how much external forces influence my life, I certainly cannot choose how I feel, my attitude, etc. Here is the most simple example I can think of; a breakup. People get dumped, it's a shitty feeling, period. We've all been there (we're probably all better off in the long run), and we know they all suck. Don't fool yourself - the reason you get dumped is YOU, "it's not you, it's me" is a scam I invented long ago. Point being: either way, it hurts, and you can't say, "ok, it's fine" and magically you are fine.

Let's look at Shawn Carter, AKA Jay Z. He has "99 problems but a bitch ain't one." Has anyone ever thought about why he doesn't have the problem of a 'bitch'? It's because he chose not to (this is different than choosing how he feels) let a 'bitch' be a problem (and if you listen closely, Jigga isn't using the phrase in the 'traditional' (i.e., Eazy-E) rap context)). Which lends credibility to my theory that other people have a profound influence on how we, as humans, truly feel down to the core of our very being. In this example, Jay wants all 'bitches' out of his life because they will cause him a problem. Wouldn't Jay be pro-'bitch' -- even if they caused him great distress-- if he could simply say to himself: "this bitch is no longer a problem." Instead, he chooses to be 'bitch'-free to avoid a problem.

I mean really, why do people date, marry, etc - there are myriad reasons, but one is to feel good. For example - I am single. I can't 'choose' to experience the feeling of intimacy that say, a marriage brings. I would have to get married to feel this. I don't own this feeling while single, but I can get a taste if I get married. Friendship is another simple example; if someone I respect says something mean-spirited, hateful, etc to me, it will make me feel bad. I can't just flip the 'feel good' switch and feel great all of the sudden. External Factors, bro, they are big, and have more influence than we like to think.

Back to Jay Z. He is without question a very intelligent guy, an extremely savvy businessman, etc. I've read everything I can about the guy, seen his interviews, etc, and he is compelling and interesting. He 'chooses' how to live his life and doesn't care what others think. I do not buy the latter for one second (I'll get to why later). Young H-O cares about doing right by his community (well done Jay), his friends, he wants to be filthy, stinking rich (again, good work), and he wants to have a relationship in private with massive-assed (yet gorgeous) girlfriend Beyonce Knowles (btw - her dad is like Earl Woods times 100).

But why the need to rap about it, Jigga-Man? If you listen to Jay's raps, he is (seemingly) open and honest. Reasons being (IMO) 1) it's cathartic 2) Fans can see through bullshit easily 3) if he were lying, he'd be exposed 4) The dude can just plain write a great song and is a great rapper 5) he makes tens of millions of dollars telling the world what he thinks and feels 6) most importantly, people want honesty, and it sells. Look at that asshole James Frey if you want proof (pre-Oprah debacle).

What I've taken away from my aforementioned friend with the 'you own your feelings' email, the little motivational guy (Mr. choose your attitude) is this: it's all bullshit. And Jay Z proves it.

Why would Jay choose to be private about Beyonce? Frankly, his personal relationship is no one's business, I get that. Why would Jay choose to wait years to talk about his absentee dad*, etc. He chose to keep these things private for reasons I obviously don't know, but my question is: why rap about countless other intimate details of your life, young H-O, rap's Grateful Dead?

The answer is simple. Jay Z wants people to hear his thoughts, in order to validate his feelings about whatever topic he chooses to discuss via his raps. That, my friends, is reinforcement via OTHER PEOPLE. He doesn't own his feelings until he sells 4M copies of the Black Album. The point is, Jigga is sitting on his ass, not choosing how he feels - until he expresses himself by making an album, opening a new bar (at the 40/40 Club, ESPN on the screen), and counting his dollars.

You are asking yourself; what the fuck are you talking about, and why are you writing about this crap? It's because I had a death in the family this week that I've discussed with very few, and I told a good friend that the reason I haven't discussed it, or seemed stressed, etc is because I 'compartmentalized' how I felt. God, that is such crap. In essence, what I was trying (in vain) to do was choose how I felt; ie., I chose to not let it outwardly affect me. What that led to was an ulcer and lots of stress. Had I chosen to discuss how I felt about this tragic incident, I might feel a lot better right this second. Point being: it took 3rd party influences
(eg, this blog post as an outlet) to make me feel better about the situation, and relieve the stomach ache.

I think I am similar to the Jigga-Man in many ways. Obviously there is a big gap in our incomes, but we both grew up in shitty circumstances, we both feel better when we speak our minds (eg, his albums, this blog, etc), we've both dated hot chicks (ok, this is slightly harder for me), and neither of us can really own our feelings. We can try to feel a certain way, but we are both profoundly influenced by others, and what they think of us.

I wish I could choose my attitude and own my feelings, and so does HOVA. I cannot believe people say that it's possible with a straight face. Take my attitude right this second; it's fine, I don't feel any major feelings, positive or negative, but it's not becuase I said: "ok, feel even keeled this morning." It's because of external stimuli; e.g, I watched a stellar live Interpol concert on Showtime, got a good breakfast delivered, etc. I chose all of those things as a means to an end (ie, feeling good), but I doubt I would feel good without such. And I certainly don't have the audacity to think I can choose to feel mellow, etc.

Think about this; 100s of millions of anti depressants are prescribed in this country every year. Why don't doctors just tell people to 'choose to not feel depressed.' I just realized that the motivational dude might be a scientologist. I better check my luggage for L. Ron Hubbard Propaganda.

I really wish I had a moral, or some words of wisdom, but since the above is one man's opinion (and believe me, I'm no expert), it's hard to come up with anything to take away from it. I don't have advice for people who feel depressed, or shitty, or want to wake up feeling great before work - but I do know that telling yourself how to feel is an exercise in futility. But, if it works for you, by all means, do it. If you recall, I just compared myself to Jay Z, so take my words for what they are worth.

Valentine's Day & Opportunity Cost

February 13, 2006 at 10:29pm


It's time that we - as a society, or at least people I know - admit that Valentine's Day is a total and utter sham, which is a cheap (or not so, in many cases, including mine a few years ago) way for retailers to make large chunks of change. For example, a friend of mine had to rush to some jewlery store today, buy chocolate, flowers, and other shit to present to his girlfriend on the glorious occasaion, this celebration of love, etc. If you put him on a polygraph and ask if he was happy to purchase these things for her, the reading would look like a 9.0 richter scale.

Don't get me wrong, he loves his girlfriend, and has no issue buying her things, or being a loving BF in general, but my point is that because once upon a time, the principles (love, etc) upon which St. Valentine said today is the day to spend with our significant others, etc -- an excellent idea -- has been ruined. E.g, because retailers probably added a footnote along the lines of: "and buy them shit" - thus the entire idea of a day of love was totally sullied by greed.

Personally, I am 110% pro-love, affection, etc, but I would rather show these things on my terms; not Hallmark's. If I were married, in a relationship, what have you, I would certainly not feel obligated to spend time with my sig other on one particular day; ideally, it would be many days, and I could buy her cards, etc whenever I want. And ideally, it would be often (yes, wiseasses, I am a romantic). I really don't appreciate the arrogance of 'society' that literally tells people that today is the day you have to love, or be extra nice, and like I said, buy shit.

V-Day does have its good. Statistically speaking* it is easier for single people to 'hook up' on 2/14 because A) couple are doing things together and it's obvious (hand holding, long-held looks, kissing, etc) they are not 'on the market' B) a lot of single 20 and 30-somethings are home spinning a tale of woe about how much it sucks to be single, get tired and go out on the town to meet a dude/chick. Thus, the assumption is that if you go to a bar or a social gathering, your chances of finding single people is significant (statistically). And the guesswork that goes into determining if someone is single is gone. Hence, a little effort can go a long way on V-Day towards hooking up, or whatever your particular goal may be. Please note: I am not moping, the Opp. Cost is too high. See below.

On the flip side, there is major opportunity cost associated with this "holiday"* I had a few v-day dates in my day, and I'd say I spent roughly $400 each date. If you count inflation since 2003, cost of living adjustments in NYC, I'm looking at minimum 500 bucks. That is nearly 2 ipods; his and hers, which certainly lasts longer than the memory of one date (and as I mentioned, V-Day-Ready couples have undoubtedly been on many dates, some absolutely fucking top notch, especially during the 'honeymoon phase'). If you compound the aforementioned with factors/questions such as: 1) Hmm, have we been dating long enough to even have a V-Day date? (ie, big stress, and may freak a chick out if she thinks you are too eager, thus ruining everything) 2) What to buy? How much is too much? What if she thinks I'm a cheap bastard? 3) Etc.

As you can see, the complications are endless. I made a personal choice to not go on a V-Day date this evening; reasons being: 1) save some cash 2) honestly, finding a date would've been a hassle, minus the chick at starbucks...layup 3) I am pretty tired and need to do some laundry. Face it, #2 was the kicker.

Which raises the point, am I am hyporcrite? Absolutely. I am nothing if not honest (and fairly full of shit). Despite my rock solid argument above, of course I would like to be out engrossed in coversation with some chick, holding hands, etc. etc. BUT - I would rather do that on any night, not this particular night. Which brings me to my original point; societies conventions are truly forcing our hands.

Enough about that. Happy Holidays.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

The Screenplay

My mind is a mysterious bitch. I've been slaving over 2 ideas for the past 2 weeks, one of which is the "literary" assignment I mentioned earlier. That was a psuedonym for a screenplay, but I won't get paid for a long while. The 2 ideas I've been cultivating with endless notes and back and forth with my 'idea guy' in New York are both solid as hell. But.

I have just thought of the beginning and middle of the perhaps the best screenplay -- well, it's a pretty solid idea. And I'm going to start writing it right now after a quick smoke-bust.

I could get paid (albeit, at a .0001% chance, no joke) for writing the other dudes idea, but I would enjoy myself a hell of a lot more if I write my own. That dudes title job and connections - which are filled with possibilities - notwithstanding, my idea is 1000x better anyway.

Hopefully you will not find a "Jammed 2" on this website anytime soon. Incidentally, this is easily the best blogging site on the internet. Google seems to make good decisions when they buy companies.

I'm off. To write what just might become this decades....never mind, I'm full of it. 5 scenes would be awesome.

Fiction

Jonathan Franzen once said that he and his best friend, the late David Foster Wallace, determined that "fiction is a way to combat lonlieness." I am now positing that Wallace wrote Infinite Jest because he was infinitely lonely (not really a big secret). And with this supposition I believe I just might know what Infinite Jest is about, finally.

I haven't read it since college, but c'mon, no one really knows what that book is about. The more I think about it, the more I realize I have no idea, I just know Franzen and Wallace are both fantastic writers and the death of David was massively unfair; to him and his friends and family.

There's a construct/plot device in the book that says there's a video somewhere that you literally cannot stop watching. You will watch it until you die because you won't eat or even move from your chair. I find that idea fascinating and frightening because on a metaphorical level, the internet and social networking websites have come pretty damn close to making the idea of 'infinite entertainment' a reality. And that is a very, very bad thing.

The first time I lived alone, I read tons and tons of books. I read one in a 30 hour binge once. I see now how lonely (and bored) I was, and as Franzen said, fiction was my defense mechanism. But, due to the lack of technological advancemets that year, I was able to overcome the lonliness. I did read a ton of books that year, but I finally got tired of reading and actually went out and socialized with friends at real, organic, places that don't exist in cyberspace.

I recall hanging out with a friend and having a 6 pack of Bud Light every Monday night. Going to a pub down the street to watch a baseball game. Going to lots of movies. The list goes on. But, if Facebook and Myspace were around back then, I would be even more semi-agorophobic than I am now. Without that year of being almost socially overwhelmed, I'm quite certain I'd have a much harder time living alone now (and yes, I have possibly regressed towards lonliness, but I don't feel lonely and don't think my semi-agorophobia is my fault). Shit, that was an important year. Kudos to the girl who basically made me get my own place.

But man, if I had the chance to sit on Facebook or whatever and write blogs all day (hmmm), I'd be totally stunted. I'd be the guy who's 30 and hasn't kissed a girl.

Kids today have way too many options for entertainment that don't involve "other people", which I realize is a concept that's scary and way the fuck out there...but people need people. And while it's cute to get a nice email now and then and read those useless facebook "status" things, the opportunity cost is far too great.

I'd like to conduct an experiement where a single 20-something doesn't log onto facebook for a week. The benefits could be unthinkably huge. It would be hard, especially on weekends - and especially if you live near Los Angeles, which is social-armageddon unless you are a movie producer or do tons of coke - but it's worth it. Unfortunately, I don't know any single 20 somethings, so I'm going to have to try this myself. I bet the following happens:

1) at least one person will be angry at me for ignoring them, yet won't pick up the phone
2) I will ask someone to hang out that I've never hung out with or asked.
3) I will think it sucks
4) But by the end of the week, I will see the folly of the internet (aside from online shopping, without this, I'd never buy anyone a Chritmas gift, and probably have about $20,000 more in my Savings account).

So starting at midnight tonight, I'm logging out and not logging back in.

When I break, I promise I will admit it. (I was soing to say I'll post the results, but I will totally break by like Tuesday).

Jammed

I finally received a plum writing assignment from an actual literary company, and will be paid upon completion and pulication. I'm to write 3,000 words about a topic that's so easy and on-my-mind-anyway, it should be writing itself.

I am majorly jammed. I cannot get started. I write a sentence, delete it, write another, delete, repeat. It's a hassle because I need money and while I've written stupid blogs on every site on the internet, I secretly think I'm a better writer than...well, you, and I think my writing is full of insights and quotes people are repeating around water coolers in offices across the land.

Once I start writing, I sometimes need to force myself to stop for fear or malnourishment or general psychoses. Not today boy, not even close. I think my sentences are amateur-hour swill. Maybe, however, if I can string together enough swill, I'll end up with something that I can edit into the realm of the unshitty.

This here blog and its content is the most poorly written piece of shit I've produced in years, maybe since high school.

Ah, high school. What a place. It was beautifully miserable. And Facebook is really screwing with my memories of those 3 years. I have zero desire to visit my high school town again, ever, at all, nor do I want to attend a reunion of my now-swollen-looking classmates, and do what we did back then: get really drunk and watch someone get in a fight. But considering how friendly I am, I accepted a friend request of a high school friend and it's been downhill ever since. People whose names make me shudder at their mere mention are hassling me via the Facebook email system, and I'm secure enough to admit that I'm too insecure to deny anyone.

I do ignore their emails, but I have to admit I find it fascinating how little has changed - everyone sounds like they did 10 years ago. Their interests are the same. The only difference is everyone is fatter and litterally everyone has a wife and/or children. Put another way, I haven't been surprised once by any autobiographical emails I've received from my days in _____. And I find that sad. Or maybe I'm arrogant to think I've changed in some profound way since high school. But, if I *am* arrogant, then that'a a change - I was way too insecure in HS to be arrogant, so suck on that.

Writing this little piece of detritus blog post did not get the creative juices going as I'd hoped. Well, shit on a shingle, I just don't know what to do. I have until Tuesday to write this fucker, so I suppose I can put it off while watching my 3rd movie in the past 8 hours.

And I swear to god I am going to snap if the car alarm going off outside my apartment doesn't stop. 6.5 hours of torture and counting.