Dysfunctional
This week Jaz (family friend who is currently painting our house) is painting my parents’ room this week, and because of that, I can’t watch TV in their room, usually if my parents are hanging around the living room, I would just go watch TV in their room.
This week I haven’t been able to do that.
I’ve had to stay in my parents’ presence. shivers.
So pretty much the whole time I’ve been at home, I’ve been totally pissed off.
Through this, I’ve found that I don’t actually respect my parents anymore.
I only obey their wishes because of my obligation to them as their son, not because of anything else. I neither look down upon them nor up to them either.
Then I started asking whether I actually care about them.
That’s when I got kinda worried.
I care about them like any other person obviously.
But only like any other person.
Of course if I had to choose whether one of them or another person were to live, I’d pick them, but that’s only because of obligation.
I don’t think it’s because I’ve had a bad relationship with my parents, our relationship has generally been quite good.
I think it’s because I don’t have a real emotional investment in them.
I always detach myself and become objective, I don’t know why.
Maybe to protect myself? But from what?
It’s not like I’ve ever had a traumatic relationship or anything like that…
But…
meh…
This Week In The Life Of The Feenix
A LOT of things have been happening last week, and it’s really sad because I’m not allowed to talk about it, though I’m pretty sure not that many people will end up reading this, I’d still rather not post about it.
I so wish I could, love triangles, betrayal, broken hearts and an evil twin or two, it’s so much like a soap opera it’s unbelievable!!! God I wish I could tell someone!!!
And in other news I found my old keyboard (the piano thing not the computer one) down the back of my wardrobe. I found out that I could still read sheet music and I learnt how to play Saria’s Song! (not that hard really it’s a prety short song, only two pages) <(^_^)>
I am also am currently learning to play Unwell from Matchbox Twenty.(I got the sheet music from here so thx desira)
I think I’ll learn Overkill from Colin Hay but I think I like the Lazlo Bane cover better…. but anywho, I still know how to read sheet music!!!
Yay!!
Yay for me!!
Yay for karmic retribution!!
I must’ve done something good.
Really good <(^_^)>
On The Mind And Its’ Exploits, Well My Mind… + Chat Quote #3
I’ve had a LOT of free time this past week, so I’ve been thinking/pondering a LOT about… stuff lately… so I guess I’ll just go through them each(this is gonna be one hell of a long post…)
The first thing I really thought about is how susceptible I am to emotional contagion. It works like empathy, but instead of just being able to identify others’ emotions, I actually feel the. i.e. Seeing you happy makes me happy, Seeing you pissed, makes me feel pissed. I have no idea why this happens but there is an article on Wikipedia on it. It really helps me to put myself in others’ shoes so that I don’t overstep boundaries and stuff with others.
But it also comes with a down side. I can’t turn this amazing ability on and off as I please, as a result, whenever I interact with someone who’s angry or sad, I get angry or sad, and it really ruins my day. Especially if I’m watching TV and the main character/s get angry and frustrated, I get angry and frustrated. Imagine that getting angry or sad by watching TV…. it sucks.
My mum recently lectured me about not sending enough time with the family. I am a 16 y/o teenager. What kind of 16 y/o teenager would want to spend the weekend with only their parents for company and no one else when you could instead be hanging out with your friends? I mean… seriously.
I recently commented on Fariz’s (a friend) blog about how the discussion we have on Friday nights at the mosque is the only source of intelligent conversation I currently have. unless we are talking about homework or which chick is hotter, most of my conversations with my friends follow this formula;
You <insert insult>
Your dad’s an <insert insult>
Both your dads are <insert insult>
Both your dads pimps are <insert insult>
Both your dads pimps’ lesbian lovers are <insert insult>
Both your dads pimps’ lesbian lovers’ transvestite girlfriends are <insert insult>
Your face is <insert insult>
No your face is <insert insult>
No wait you don’t have a face, you’re just talking through your arsehole.
At which point the other person gives up, and it gets kinda boring.
So yeah…. glad thats off my chest.<(^_^)>
What Clique Do I Belong To?
I’ve been asked that question a couple of times when I was in some chat rooms recently. The answer is, I don’t know. The school I attend is too small to develop true cliques, I didn’t even think they actually existed outside of the movies.
I was directed to some “Which clique are you?” quizzes on quizilla and I somehow got stuck with the cool kids, Iseriously have no idea how that happened.
But if I did got to a school that did have cliques I would either be in a group of friends without a label or a floater, floating between different cliques depending on my mood and my free periods. I hope that answers you question prettypinkpoop…
Google Ads gets It Wrong
This is a screenshot of a blog and considering what this post is about, the possibility that every choice we make creates a whole parallel universe and its consequences, I seriously have no where Google Ads pulled this one out of…. probably somewhere where the sun don’t shine…
Muscal Turnover
I had just recently updated my playlist, well my pissed playlist anywho…, ‘coz I apparently don’t wallow in my own anger enough..?
But anywho I started thinking about how long I usually keep songs in my playlist before I get sick of them, Now I decided to list each genre of song’s “lifespan”;
Pop – 2 weeks-1 month
Punk Rock/Pop Punk – 2 weeks-6 weeks
RnB/Hip-Hop – 2 weeks-4 months
Lounge/Blues/Swing – 3 weeks-15 months
Hard Rock/Metal (all sub-genres) – 2 months – 5 months
Indie Rock – 2 months-1 year
Alt Rock – 2 months-15 months
Thrash/Instrumental Metal(no lyrics, screams, noises emitted by humans at all) – 5 months-indefinite
Aussie Rock – 6 months – indefinite
Jazz/New Jazz/Jazz Nouveau/Pop Nouveau/Indie Pop – 6 months-indefinite
There are obviously exceptions like Put Your Records On, Corrine Bailey Rae, that song has outlasted the average Pop lifespan many times over, unfortunately I had to lay it to rest after almost exactly 2 years on duty.
Things That Increase A Song’s Lifespan;
Underground Factor – Undiscovered talent is way cooler<(^_^)> than the other sellouts everyone is listening to. lol.
Fast And Furious – The faster the tempo, the more I like the music
Discernible Lyrics – If I can actually figure out what they’re saying I could then maybe learn to sing along to it and like it more.
Things That Decrease A Song’s Lifespan;
Popularity – Not because I’m an avid non-conformist but the fact is that if a song’s really popular then it will be playing everywhere and if i here it all the time, I’ll get sick of it pretty quickly.
Lullaby – Nothing’s worse than a slow-ass song that wold put me to sleep
High Pitched Screeches – Mainly in Metal, I hate screeches, it kind off ruins the atmosphere the music makes, roars are alright, but not screeches.
