First Post!

I've created this blog solely for the sake of sharing thoughts my mind has generated over the years, as well as crowd-source my need for stupid-checking said ideas. My best friend has been extremely helpful with this, but I've nagged for far too long for it to be remotely reasonable. So, here goes my first post:


People want to be lied to.


Yes you do, admit it.

Do you want to know all the intricacies of the chemical reactions and how it affects your physiology every time you take a pain killer? No, you just want the pain to go away. Does your boss want to know what you're browsing while you work? No, she just wants to see you busy. The cop on the side of the road, seeing orderly traffic. The supervisor of said cop, sending him out to ensure orderly traffic. The busy parents who want a babysitter but don't want to do a full background check. The client who is impressed by their impressive powerpoint and fast talk, instead of your sincerity about how long the job will really take. The CEO who expects better results from the R&D department by giving them more money. The shareholders of the company who demand higher earnings without scrutinizing over the fundamentals of the company. The shoppers who put their sprees on credit and pretend things aren't that bad. The masses of unemployed people voting for a candidate because he promises more jobs.

It's sad, but we live in a society that wants to be lazy. Finding out the truth takes time, it takes work. If the truth hurts, then we're made of glass.

Hell, I'm lazy. But even in my laziness, I lie to myself.

I call it efficiency: I always look for the shortest line, the quickest path, the macro script that will cut the time it takes for me to make the report by a third.

If we're all high on the bliss of ignorance, how am I lying to myself?
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I rationalize. Yeah, that's it.

The emotional decisions, the failures, all wishfully dissapear under the banner "It wasn't meant to be": 6 of the scariest words I kept hearing as a child. I grew to resent them, yet here I am blaming God's plans instead of my lack of conviction, my lack of courage, my lack of repeated effort.

Oh, here's another one: I live in the future.

A million and one ideas that would be profitable businesses, or even species-altering changes... yet too lazy to do anything about them and lying to myself that there's still time. I refuse to lie to myself, I won't be another smiling cow in the slow line for the guillotine of old age.

And thus it hurts. It hurts to see yourself for what you really are. Knowing your own limits is one of the pinacles of being a man, and to know thyself is to know thy Lord, right?

Why does it have to hurt?