[Note: this is a serious response, even though my OP was pretty lighthearted]
When I question my worth, I think of "It's A Wonderful Life" and then I realize this: if I had never been born, the world would not be worse off. I've never pulled a kid out from a frozen pond, never saved a village from economic ruin, etc. All I've done is go to school, sit in my room and write and listen to music, and leech off of my mom's generosity. I can't even say that I've held down a decent job (right now I'm living off of debt and the meager savings from previous work). I have to assume that a number of other people are in the same boat.
I was raised Catholic, and as much as I want to believe in God (and as much as I'm convinced, in my heart, that there is a God), I can't shake the feeling that it's simply the result of indoctrination: i.e., I was raised to believe in God, and so at this point in my life, I believe in God. I've never seen anything that would prove or disprove the existence of God, and I don't think I ever will. And I have to say, that scares me. It absolutely terrifies me. I'd like to know (more or less) for sure either way...but I can't. Unless Jesus returned to Earth and I saw him turn water into wine and bring someone back from the dead, I'd have trouble believing in him.
(Of course, this is just Christianity...there are plenty of other "God"'s out there)
The only thing that I really can rely on is music; that alone doesn't make me happy or contented, and I've never expected it to. But nothing else: sex, religion, games, novels, film...nothing else touches me as consistently and reliably as music. And I can appreciate "serious" music (Beethoven, Bob Dylan) as much as I can "stupid" music (Kylie Minogue, Bananarama). Actually, I think it's more of an accomplishment to make a genuinely joyous record than it is to make an intellectual, soul-searching one. The best pop records can bring you out of any doldrums, make you want to sing along and make an ass out of yourself and just be glad that you're alive, however temporarily. What more can you ask out of a three-minute song?
When I question my worth, I think of "It's A Wonderful Life" and then I realize this: if I had never been born, the world would not be worse off. I've never pulled a kid out from a frozen pond, never saved a village from economic ruin, etc. All I've done is go to school, sit in my room and write and listen to music, and leech off of my mom's generosity. I can't even say that I've held down a decent job (right now I'm living off of debt and the meager savings from previous work). I have to assume that a number of other people are in the same boat.
I was raised Catholic, and as much as I want to believe in God (and as much as I'm convinced, in my heart, that there is a God), I can't shake the feeling that it's simply the result of indoctrination: i.e., I was raised to believe in God, and so at this point in my life, I believe in God. I've never seen anything that would prove or disprove the existence of God, and I don't think I ever will. And I have to say, that scares me. It absolutely terrifies me. I'd like to know (more or less) for sure either way...but I can't. Unless Jesus returned to Earth and I saw him turn water into wine and bring someone back from the dead, I'd have trouble believing in him.
(Of course, this is just Christianity...there are plenty of other "God"'s out there)
The only thing that I really can rely on is music; that alone doesn't make me happy or contented, and I've never expected it to. But nothing else: sex, religion, games, novels, film...nothing else touches me as consistently and reliably as music. And I can appreciate "serious" music (Beethoven, Bob Dylan) as much as I can "stupid" music (Kylie Minogue, Bananarama). Actually, I think it's more of an accomplishment to make a genuinely joyous record than it is to make an intellectual, soul-searching one. The best pop records can bring you out of any doldrums, make you want to sing along and make an ass out of yourself and just be glad that you're alive, however temporarily. What more can you ask out of a three-minute song?
Quote:In Jr. High School, I would take a gummi bear, squeeze its ears into points so it looked like Yoda, and then I would say to it "Eat you, I will!". And of course then I would it eat.