'Alphaville' are dressed in tights which accentuate their manly tools and their small frame.
I'm not an expert but anyone who's played it from time to time will attest that the one who retains a poker face will win the game; even though their cards sucked big time. Life IS a poker game. Life deals you the cards that you'll curse at, but at the end of the day- will you play it or not?
The trick- play them well and others will notice you. Play them as a clumsy sod and the ass tag will be on the woeful creature.
A Form 6 friend- J has told me in a serious conversation that she doesn't want to live young as people ARE insincere and dishonest and that there is no meaning to the situation of living long. That struck me as self-deprecating. How can others- so fearful of death that they'd rather not curse themselves to that early eventual fate yet someone as young as, if memory serves, 19 can utter such a strong statement of self-pity.
Blame it on the rashness of youth but it's not as simple as you may have been led to believe. Have you heard of anyone consistently saying they'd actually be glad to only live to so-and-so age when the subject happens to crop up which also reeks of self-pity? My answer:- pure bollocks.
Instinct and the human will to survive is greater than even pain and suffering caused by starvation and even hard manual labor.
You can see 2 different sides of human mentality here but everyone loves heroes and that's why I quoted the poker game ahead of time. Ralston could have cursed his 'cards' and surrender himself to fate; but no- he had that self-love that he would not let his life essence sap away without a fight. We need more daily heroes like Ralston to remind ourselves how pathetic and pitiful we have descended to.
( I don't think she's THAT pretty but there's no other celebrity who has an interest as self-serving as herself right now)
So get up from the self-pity flannels and do something about it! What I mean is- go learn some new skills- learn French, Russian, Dutch, German or Spanish- go air-rifle shooting or try to write a song for yourself; one that may be silly and plainless in melody but serve as an inspiration to you when you're down in the absolute dumps. Thank my lucky stars for 'La Marseillaise'.
It may take 5 years; it might be ten or would probably never materialise - but I've got to try! What's the great deal about sitting on my pathetic laurels?!
Play the cards, right? Life deals me these cards- so let the game begin..
.maybe I might 'live' forever in the heart, mind and if you like..
.soul.
I'll write one when I'm done with my simple research. But don't write rubbish; your buyers may be sheep but they are one belligerent flock with enough flak.
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