Have you ever stopped to wonder just where the heck are the could've-been-brothers and could've-been-sisters from the years they could've been born in your place instead of you to make you a could've been sibling to them? Yeah, neither have I. With the exception of now that is.
Have you ever stopped to wonder of the components of sugar that make it so sweet and if that same component is the same as the one in your brain that makes you think some stuff people say or people do for other people is sweet? Aside from now I haven't because in truth that's pretty stupid..but..sweet. (=
Have you ever stopped to wonder of the derivatives of certain "shtuff" that exist in the present-day world and the reason why people have affinities for them? Like... Legalized beatings. With much respect, let's take for example Trench Tech; the whole kick-boxing or muay tai fighting that has become pretty big in this here money-driven/deprived island of ours. Now, I have much despair in saying this on the fact that I have friends and family who take part in the sport, but I am compelled to admit that I had a thought the other night as my eyes solved the television pixel-puzzle of what seemed to be a Guam Trench Tech fight. I saw husky sweaty men beating the electrolytes out of each other, blood gushing out of broken skin like perspiration pouring out of pores. I also saw a crowd of people circumventing the elevated ring, spraying shouts of joy and jubilation into the air that it almost seemed that a miasma of vapor-saliva from all their shouts and screams came together in a hazy fog of, oh-forgive-me, brutish irrationality. (Sorry but that's what I immediately thought of at the time!)
I wondered of how a likely derivative of this human affinity of watching pain could quite possibly be gladiator fights from the Greco-Roman period, wherein slaves and captive prisoners would literally beat the shit out of each other to save their own lives; and here I feel I must stress and restress that these gladiators weren't just fighting for the love of the crowd and the dictator who controlled their fate--but they were fighting for their lives. They were in the ring to kill. They were in the ring to kill, and not be killed. This led me to a greater perception of the value of life and self-imposed pain; not to mention that this thought shed a brighter (not necessarily better) light on "games" or "sports" that focus on physically hurting your own opponent. In the real world, outside of the ring, the world unregulated by the sound of the referee's whistle and hollow clang of the bell signaling to start the fight; intentionally imposing physical pain on another human being usually ends up with some kind of violation of the law. It's good to keep that in mind the next time that you see your sibling or nephew or niece scrunching up his or her face and hunching up his or her back while bellowing something like "WWWRRESSTTLLEEMAANNIIIAAAAA!!!" or "DOOO YYOOOUUU SMMEEELLL WHHHAT THHHEEEE RROOCCKKK ISSS COOOKIIIINGGG"? I know I will, and I'll be sure to say in reply that, heck, chyeah I smell what The Rock is cooking: a hefty gumbo of lawsuits and court trials bobbing around in a stew of blood, sweat, and irrationality!
Well, that's all for tonight's "Have you ever stopped to" wonders. ;)
Consider this a "hello" from my brand new blogspot blog; born on the night of April 4, out of my head, a near-future collegiate scholar's promptings, and a US-illegal-immigrant-population-load of Wednesday evening procrastination.
P.S. Here's a Def Poetry video. I love this stuff. And to the guy in this video, will you marry me? lol. nah jk. :P
Have you ever stopped to wonder of the components of sugar that make it so sweet and if that same component is the same as the one in your brain that makes you think some stuff people say or people do for other people is sweet? Aside from now I haven't because in truth that's pretty stupid..but..sweet. (=
Have you ever stopped to wonder of the derivatives of certain "shtuff" that exist in the present-day world and the reason why people have affinities for them? Like... Legalized beatings. With much respect, let's take for example Trench Tech; the whole kick-boxing or muay tai fighting that has become pretty big in this here money-driven/deprived island of ours. Now, I have much despair in saying this on the fact that I have friends and family who take part in the sport, but I am compelled to admit that I had a thought the other night as my eyes solved the television pixel-puzzle of what seemed to be a Guam Trench Tech fight. I saw husky sweaty men beating the electrolytes out of each other, blood gushing out of broken skin like perspiration pouring out of pores. I also saw a crowd of people circumventing the elevated ring, spraying shouts of joy and jubilation into the air that it almost seemed that a miasma of vapor-saliva from all their shouts and screams came together in a hazy fog of, oh-forgive-me, brutish irrationality. (Sorry but that's what I immediately thought of at the time!)
I wondered of how a likely derivative of this human affinity of watching pain could quite possibly be gladiator fights from the Greco-Roman period, wherein slaves and captive prisoners would literally beat the shit out of each other to save their own lives; and here I feel I must stress and restress that these gladiators weren't just fighting for the love of the crowd and the dictator who controlled their fate--but they were fighting for their lives. They were in the ring to kill. They were in the ring to kill, and not be killed. This led me to a greater perception of the value of life and self-imposed pain; not to mention that this thought shed a brighter (not necessarily better) light on "games" or "sports" that focus on physically hurting your own opponent. In the real world, outside of the ring, the world unregulated by the sound of the referee's whistle and hollow clang of the bell signaling to start the fight; intentionally imposing physical pain on another human being usually ends up with some kind of violation of the law. It's good to keep that in mind the next time that you see your sibling or nephew or niece scrunching up his or her face and hunching up his or her back while bellowing something like "WWWRRESSTTLLEEMAANNIIIAAAAA!!!" or "DOOO YYOOOUUU SMMEEELLL WHHHAT THHHEEEE RROOCCKKK ISSS COOOKIIIINGGG"? I know I will, and I'll be sure to say in reply that, heck, chyeah I smell what The Rock is cooking: a hefty gumbo of lawsuits and court trials bobbing around in a stew of blood, sweat, and irrationality!
Well, that's all for tonight's "Have you ever stopped to" wonders. ;)
Consider this a "hello" from my brand new blogspot blog; born on the night of April 4, out of my head, a near-future collegiate scholar's promptings, and a US-illegal-immigrant-population-load of Wednesday evening procrastination.
P.S. Here's a Def Poetry video. I love this stuff. And to the guy in this video, will you marry me? lol. nah jk. :P
2 comments:
geez... ;p
what? lol
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