Saturday, July 23, 2005
On many different things
First, let's start off with something light.
-----In summary, the world was made aware of the vulnerability to attacks carried out by suicide bombers. Fortunately, thursday's incident did not escalate into a crisis, much due to the inability of the bombers this time around. "Duds", that is what the London Police said they were. Friday saw an outrageous shooting incident, where according to eye-witness reports "They pressed him to the ground and fire 5 shots at point blank range." Have the London police lost their nerves? Firing 5 shots at point blank at a suspect who was not even armed seems hardly justified. This morning saw a series of car bombs in Egypt, killing at least 40 people.
Is terrorism proliferating rampantly?
The extremists are getting emboldened with every successful attack they carry out. Each new minute gives them more courage and reason to believe they are seeing the results of their efforts.
And the more solemn, unspoken truth: they have suffered much more casualties than the rest of the world. Everyday that the fighting continues, lives are lost. Every suicide bomb they use takes lives, but, so does the bombs dropped by the US Air Force.
People are begining to be blinded by rage and fail to see the people who suffer. That will only lead to more mistakes in a game where there are no winners. In the end, everyone will end up a loser.
Now is not the time to call for more blood. Now is the time to build bonds, a time to resolve the differences. It is high them for peace.
-----I realize that come monday, it will exactly 365 days before I go back to school, and 387 more days to freedom. With it, a hope that motivation can be found. Motivation and a competitive environment would be a refreshing change. A fututre place where I can place blind hope upon. Blind hope that it would be more interesting. At least more interesting than nothing. Like I like to say: Mundanity kills.
It kills time, and kills creativity. It starts making me think of dumb things. It keeps reminding me of more primal cravings, it reminds me of the body's hunger for sex. It keeps demanding for companionship, and warps perception. Girls are not idividuals but merely objects. Objects that must give me the attention I crave.
Sometimes it almost seems as if I have lost the ability to view the female gender as people too. How can they have flaws? That's inconceivable. They are perfect, they cannot be otherwise, and perfect people never let others down.
But in truth, they are only human, like me.
Only in such boring times can I think of such incredulous "ideals".
And what's this perverse compulsion to be perfect? To be the perfect gentleman, to be the perfect person, to act perfectly correct and to be nothing but perfect.
I'm just trying to hard.
Gavin
pondered @ 21:57
