With Episode II rightfully flattened last week, we move on to round 2 with Episode I still standing on top of the hill!
“How does one quantify a life?”
A crowd of black clad mourners stands in the pouring rain, taking in the words of the soaking priest with blank expressions. The rheumy eyed man drones on, the lower half of his cassock clinging to his body and water hammering his umbrella, drowning out his words. That the woman had been murdered in the rain and was now about to be buried in the same circumstances escaped no one present, least of all the man delivering her eulogy.
God works in mysterious ways.
“In second Corinthians four, verses seventeen and eighteen, the scripture tells us not to focus on the struggles of the flesh, “for light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
“And so we entrust our sister’s body to the earth, not in sadness, but in joy. For we here gathered understand and believe wholeheartedly that the world to which she will now be commended, the unseen world for which all true believers are bound, is eternal. It is a place of peace and rest. A place where she may lay her many labours aside and rejoice in the glory of the Lord!”
Scanning the crowd, the father’s face begins to constrict. He is met with indifference and boredom. They no more believe in the salvation of God than magic or fairy tales, these servants of gold and earthly riches. They stand before this grave a mockery, spitting in the face of the Almighty.
Their fallen companion was no better. She had been baptised in his church many years ago but had not attended in nearly 10 years. The moment the choice had become hers she ceased to turn up. Only on holidays where the rest of the family came together did she deem God worthy of her time. She had chosen the rewards of the flesh and now she would lie with the maggots. Opening his pale hands to them and narrowing his eyes he continues, struggling to contain the true words he wished to unleash upon these charlatans.
Lukewarm. You are all lukewarm and will be spewed from the mouth of the Saviour. Spewed like the self-serving sycophants you are. Filth.
“As for ourselves, we must take comfort in first Thessalonians four, verses seventeen and eighteen, “After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Therefore encourage one another with these words.”
The hymn was sung after and the burial ceremony began. The priest stood with his bony hands clasped before him, starting at the gathered crowd from his pale, hallowed face, and wondering if they had caught the subtle message he sent in his last words. He highly doubted it. Sinners that they were they could not raise themselves up from the filth long enough to understand the true magnificence of God. This lot was the very reason he had had to struggle so mightily to build his church. The congregation had money enough to go around, and yet the tithes had always come back short of expectation. Why? Because tangible sin is so much more enjoyable than the intangible promise of salvation.
A slow smile spread from his lips and his gray eyes narrowed.
Great shall be my reward. I cannot say the same for the likes of you.
The crowd began to disburse and the priest stood long, allowing the taint of vanity and selfishness to wash away before he could perform his final duty. He would need one final conversation with the woman before he could be satisfied that the work of his station had been fulfilled. When the last of the attendees were out of sight he began.
“Alone now, I shall take your final confession,” he began in a voice laced with hate. “As you are unable to give it of your own accord I shall have to make assumptions as to what you may have said.
“Forgive me father, for I have abandoned the Lord and made my own self master. Pride and greed are my sins and I have revelled in them like a pig in shit. I have spat on your name and sought my own rewards here on earth, caring nothing for the heavenly riches I should have striven for whole heartedly. I shared the temple you created of my flesh with any man willing to worship it and I disregarded almost every commandment you laid forth, casting off the burden of righteous living and choosing instead the path of least resistance and greatest worldly pleasure.”
The priest took a deep breath and his lip began to twitch into a snarl. The next part he could not twist or allow to be tainted. It would make him as guilty as she and he would not allow her sins to drag him into hell. He would see the face of God, even if this selfish whore would not.
“You are forgiven, child. Now go with God.”
The priest’s tongue felt heavy and he licked at the roof of his mouth as if the words he had spoken were distasteful to him. Staring down at the woman’s grave he found himself filled with rage and hate. It was people like her who had forced him to do the things he had done. Her sins had brought him down. If she had given as she should have, none of it would have happened.
Lost in thought, the priest never heard the man approaching from the rear. He registered a sudden swift whooshing sound and then the world exploded in a firework of pain and colour. He fell to his knees in the sloppy mud, felt the back of his skull cracking open like an egg shell, and his brain began misfiring hundreds of millions of last second messages. He needed to know that he was in pain, that his head had been caved in from behind, and that several pieces of skull bone had pierced his brain. He needed to know he was dying there in the mud.
Only God knows if he understood.
A man clad in all black stepped around the priest, a piece of carbon steel piping in his gloved hand. He carried a black umbrella in the other hand and he stared down at the dying priest in disgust.
“Sanctimonious falsifier. You cast your eyes down upon others, but it will be you who stands first in line for the great lake.”
The priest’s mouth hung slack and his eyes glassed over. Drool began to run down his chin and onto the soaking ground as the man with the umbrella leaned in closer.
“You are not forgiven, wolf. Now go to hell.”
The priest breathed his last breath, collapsing face first into the mud and the muck. The man with the umbrella tossed the steel pipe down on top of the fallen priest before disappearing into the gathering storm, whistling the tune to A Lake Without Water as he went.
To the loyal readers of this series, welcome back and sorry for the delay. Life, as they say, got in the way. I also had a mighty struggle over who my black clad friend would kill next. It took me a while to be satisfied with the target and now I am. Thoroughly.
Update on scheduling:
Downfall is one of two series I am developing on this site and a new episode will be released every other Friday on what will now be entitled, “Fiction Friday.” Posts on Fridays will alternate between Downfall and Othersiders from now on.
Next Friday (February 12th) will be the next episode of Othersiders. The next instalment of Downfall, in which our faithful friend the detective finally finds a large clue that will help to unravel the true motive of our umbrella buddy, will be released on the 19th of February.
Thank you so much for reading and, as always, I appreciate your feedback and support!
My daughter is 4 years old and she loves Taylor Swift. I am okay with this. My wife, not so much. She doesn’t actively dislike her, but we got into an interesting debate the other night and it inspired me to write about it.
My daughter is currently aspiring to be a singer when she grows up. She’s a bit torn though, as 4 year olds tend to be, between being Taylor Swift and Merida from Brave. I am 100% responsible for that last one.
As we were watching Shake It Off on Youtube the other night my daughter said, “I want to be Taylor!”
I said, “That sounds like a good plan. She’s a very popular singer and she started really young!”
My wife replied with, “Don’t be like her, she’s slutty and she can’t keep a boyfriend.”
That really got me thinking. The debate got a bit heated because, while my wife was making an offhanded and only half serious remark, I came back at her in full, “this is why that is a ridiculous thing to say,” mode… and any man who has come at their wife in this mode knows that the fight ends with me on the couch thinking, “I was just trying to make a point…”
Here is what that point was (proving that men never learn their lesson about shutting up and letting things lie 🙂 ):
1. Money Changes People
Money, sadly, makes the world go ’round. For those familiar with Pink Floyd’s famous song, Money, it is the root of all evil… but if you ask for a rise it’s no surprise that they’re giving none away.
Being relatively poor most of my life, I’ve dreamt of being rich and how wonderful it would be. Who hasn’t at one point or another? I imagine that if I were to become a superstar right now I’d have a good head on my shoulders about it and be able to handle the pressure. I’d be smart, or so I tell myself.
If I became rich like Taylor Swift did I am not so sure things would have turned out well…
Taylor Swift made her first record at 16. According to wikipedia, “she is the youngest singer to single-handedly write and perform a number-one song on the Hot Country Songs chart.” She then went on have the best selling album of the year in 2009… at 19. At 26 she is now making 80 million a year and has a net worth of nearly 200 million dollars.
She is a year younger than my wife.
I asked my wife if, at that age, she had been given that kind of money, how she thought her life might have changed. She claimed she would not have been different. I think that is almost impossible.
I can tell you that, as a 36 year old man, I have yet to finish maturing in many ways. At 19 years old I was quite possibly one of the dumbest people on earth. If I had been given millions of dollars at 19, I can guarantee my life and my per
sonality would have taken a whole different road.
I would have gotten myself into a whole heap of trouble because the stakes are so much higher when you have the cash to open doors that are closed to most people. Money turns wild ideas into reality. At 19 I thought some pretty insane s**t. Put into that kind of place I think I would have made a lot of decisions I would grow to regret. Not because I was a bad person at heart, but because given that kind of freedom, power, and pressure at an age and maturity where I wasn’t equipped to handle it would have tempted me past my better judgement.
Many people try to argue that they would be the same person, but I think this is a lie we tell ourselves. Human beings are defined by their struggles. All the failures you’ve had to overcome have moulded you into the human being you are. True, some base form of your nature may remain, but having that kind of money would drastically alter the type of struggles you would encounter. Which leads me to point number 2…
2. Trust Is A Complicated Thing
My wife argued that she would not have gotten into so many strange relationships with men no matter how much money she had. I tried to argue that trust is a perilous thing even in the best of circumstances.
Show of hands here from the people who have been burned by someone they trusted. Keep them up if you have been burned by someone you were in a relationship with. Now think about how much more complicated that situation becomes when you are world famous and have a heap of cash at your disposal. Think of the number of flies you would have to swat at daily. Think of all the work you would have to do to shield yourself from the people who were after everything but the you you so desperately wanted them to know and see and love.
How isolating and frustrating must that be? The only people you would be able to truly bear everything to would be the ones who were around before it all blew up. Very few people have lifelong friends that they grow to trust implicitly at age 16… let alone loves of their life.
Putting myself into a situation where I was 19, rich, famous, and surrounded by people who had to be strangers, I can see how I might end up going through a rollercoaster ride in my relationships. Hell, between 16 and 26 I did go through a rollercoaster. The difference is, no one cares about my rollercoaster.
3. Monogamy Is A Choice.
Before I get too many people ready to shoot fireballs at me, let me explain. I am a happily married man and I have no desire to be with anyone other than my wife. I love her with all my heart and I am happy to be with only her till I die.
That being said, that lifestyle is what works for me. If a celebrity, or any other person for that matter, is living a lifestyle that you do not approve of or prescribe to than you are free to voice your opinion, but keep in mind the words of Charles A. Dana, “Fight for your opinions, but do not believe that they contain the whole truth, or the only truth.”
Since the rise of western religious doctrine the norm has become, “one man, one woman.” That does not mean this is correct for everyone, even if the majority feels it is. Human beings have to learn to let other people live how they feel comfortable, even if it makes us uncomfortable. It isn’t our life.
4. You Cannot Really Know.
One of the oddest things about celebrity is it brings about an open invitation to have your life evaluated and picked apart by any and all human beings. Why? Well, you asked for it, putting yourself up there on that pedestal.
Is that really sensical?
I listened to someone ripping another person apart at work the other day and I had to interject and ask how much they really knew about her personally. The answer was, “you mean outside of work? I don’t know anything about her.” But he felt totally justified in lighting her up like Times Square on New Years because she did some things he thought were silly.
The truth is, we all have a story. It’s complicated and convoluted. It has many twists and turns and there are millions of little bits you hide from the majority of the world. A select few know the real truth about you, and those people are the diamonds in the rough.
Now, hands up again if you’ve ever been laid into by someone who knew f**k all about you, but still took it upon themselves to assume. How pissed off did that make you?
Thinking about celebrities, none of us know them even the slightest bit, but people love to talk as if they do. We think that because we read something about them online or in a magazine that we understand the width and breadth of their life and are free to pass judgement on it.
That was the part that got me fired up, to be honest. How in the world can we as rational, intelligent human beings assume to know the first thing about someone like Taylor Swift? Let alone enough to be able to say, “she’s a slut.” Really? Do you hang out with her? Does she confide all the deep dark secrets of her soul to you? No? Then knock it off. You don’t know her any better than you know Santa Claus or Mickey Mouse, so what gives you the right to throw off judgement?
I have my own life to live and my own baggage to carry. You have yours. Taylor Swift has hers. My feeling is, why am I going to judge a life I am not living?
Which brings me to my last point…
5. Society Loves To See People Fail.
The reason why so many people are willing to cast judgement on celebrities they don’t know is because human beings take some twisted satisfaction in seeing people fall from grace. We like to drag people down.
One of my favourite bloggers, empress2inspire, wrote a wonderful piece on empathy that bolsters this point I feel. People simply lack the desire to empathise with other human beings, especially if that person is perceived to be higher on the totem pole. Why? Well, they got all the way up there, so why am I going to feel any compassion for them?
Because they are human, and so are you… I hope.
Bringing others down or judging them, especially when one knows next to nothing about them, will never help one move into their place. I wish we could learn to stop doing this because it’s just sad.
Newspapers and the internet are trying to get readers. How do you do that? Sensationalism. That’s a fancy word for making something bigger than it is, or even making something of nothing. If you need a visual, it looks like this:
And people eat it up because we, as a society, lack compassion.
We have no shortage of judgement though.
My advice to you is this: Think back to a time when someone said something hurtful about you and hold that feeling in your heart for a while. Then, the next time you start bashing another human being, celebrity or not, remember that hurt. Remember that, innocent or not, you are attacking another human being that you might not know well enough to really be making those judgements about.
Next time, try and think well of them, even if they’ve given you no reason to. Why? Because focusing on the good only makes your life more positive. I would rather think the best of people, as naive as that may sound, because thinking negatively only makes my own life that much darker.
As far as celebrities go, feel free to dislike their work. But don’t be so brazen as to think you have a right to judge their life as if you know anything about it. You don’t. You can’t. What you know was fed to you by a writer with an agenda. Be smarter than that.
More importantly, be more compassionate than that.
Thank you to all the lovely souls who took the time to look over my changed blog and comment. I cannot thank you enough for your help!
Big thank you to: The Dog Rules, Dr Wage, Dutch Goes the Photo!, Third Time Lucky!, The Runaway Palate, and, an especially big thank you to Dream Bigger, who went as far as to email me with extensive notes on what she found. Thank you all!
In the end, sadly, I had to ditch that theme because the errors that existed in it were unfixable by one unfamiliar with more complex code.
HOWEVER! I have found a theme that I think addresses the issues raised, namely:
- The hovering tabs at the top were not accessible when clicking on a lower rank link. They are stacked in my menu so that there are three parents and then 5 to 2 children below them. If you clicked on the page of parent 2, parent 1’s children no longer dropped. I am not tech savy enough to fix that without knowing how to alter the build of the theme. So, I lose. So sad. BUT, the new theme fixed that. Please click around on the tabs and see that they work.
- The stretched image and non pop of the blog title. This new theme fixed those both wonderfully I feel.
- I had to abandon the old image because it is white and, as all things have drawbacks, the new theme will not allow me to alter the colour of the text for the blog title and quote section. I am sure there is a way around this, but I chose to rise above it and pick a new background. What do you think of it? I am going for a celtic theme because I am Irish (don’t let my last name fool you…) Below are the other two images I milled over. Do you have a celtic or Irish image that you think might go better? Would you like some credit on my blog for designing some of the images? I am all for giving people credit, please submit anything you like and I will look it over!
- The small text. The text on this site is bigger. I fear it might be a might bit too large, but the readability is still good for me. What do you think?
Once again, I would love feedback on how THIS change now strikes you. I am going to keep hammering at this until the website looks and works right both for me and you wonderful people! After all, if you hate it, you won’t come back… if you don’t come back I will have to go and cry in the corner. You don’t want that now, do you???
I’ve done it again… I changed the website to fit the theme with my floating banner. Pretty please go take a look and give me some feedback. What do you think? Is it easy to read? Does it have a nice feel to it? Is it worthy of my sexiness? That last one is important 😉
I made a banner for my newsletter… see it there, following you as you scroll up and down the page? It’s like one of those ghosts in Super Mario Brothers. If you turn away from your screen it will actually get CLOSER!! duh, duh, DUH!
That is my subtle hint that I would love to have you lovely people sign up for my newsletter!
That, and I am wondering if the positioning is right. Is it obstructive? Bothersome? Cool? What do you think?
As I posted about before, any and all people who sign up for my newsletter will be sent a link to enter into a raffle of one (1) copy of Elizabeth Kostova’s, The Historian.
A big shout out to Ana Spoke, who once again proved to be my WordPress guru and posted this lovely gem that aided me in getting this done. Her website is full of helpful hints, so go check it out!
Hello fellow bloggers. I am hosting a book giveaway and one (1) lucky person will be running off with a free copy of Elizabeth Kostova’s, The Historian!
All you have to do to enter is sign up for my newsletter. Easy, right? The newsletter is published once a month with updates on my novel and the ins and outs of querying an agent as well as some of my own personal history.
We will also be hosting a free book giveaway each month! Yay books!
If you are reading this on a computer the link to the newsletter should be on your left where it says, “Join the Olive Branch”
On tablets and phones you will need to drop the menu down.
Thank you for all your support and continued readership!
I had the double honour of being nominated for two awards in two days by the lovely people of the blogging world (or should I say, blogosphere?)
As someone who has learned in my month of blogging how essential the element of reading and supporting other blogs is, these awards come as a very special honour. I have elected to post on both awards in one blog (a tactic I learned form another blogger this month) in order to keep from putting one before the other or to repeat myself in any way.
I was nominated for the One Lovely Blog award by The Runaway Palate and I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks for the nomination. I was attracted to her blog from near the beginning of my journey into blogging due in no small part to her obvious experience in writing, but also a love of food and interesting travel stories. Being a fellow occupant of the Asian continent myself I saw some common ground and I felt that her experience as a journalist was something I could learn from and appreciate. I can say that from the time I clicked ‘follow’ on her blog, I have not been disappointed.
Dutch Goes the Photo! nominated me for the Blogger Recognition Award and I am flattered to be recognised by a blogger with such a keen eye with the camera. As a creative mind I find myself more and more drawn to other artists who blog. I like to see what other creative minds are creating and the pictures and stories that go along with them I find on this site are very inspiring. The whole work on the Yoga Tree on this site is wonderful. I may have to use that tree in my writing someday.
One Lovely Blog rules:
- Thank the person who nominated your blog
- Say something about that person or blog, and include a link to the lovely blog on your post.
- Display the award on your post
- Tell the world seven things about yourself
- Nominate another seven blogs for the award
So, seven things about myself. Here we go:
- I am fluent in Japanese, my wife is Japanese, and my daughter (who is 4) only speaks Japanese with any real efficiency (although she can say, “No thank you!” in perfect English. I am the embodiment of the 80’s song, “I think I’m turning Japanese”
- Every novel I have begun to write was based off of a character created from a friend or close acquaintance. People I love or admire are the inspiration behind my writing.
- The story I wish I had written the most is Alice in Wonderland. The idea of everything being what it isn’t is just so perfect. It encompasses the essence of childhood imagination perfectly.
- I am a sucker for anything crunchy. That is why I love apples. It isn’t the taste, it’s the crunch.
- I grew up in Southern California but I have lived in Colorado, and Texas. I lived in more houses than I had years in my life by the time I was 20. No, my dad wasn’t in the military, he was in sports marketing.
- I am a preschool teacher.
- I majored in history and wrote an 100+ page honours thesis for which I won a cash award and highest honours from UCLA. It was about the Japanese emperor and his status as a divinity after WWII.
Blogger Recognition Award rules:
Rule 1: Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their blog
Rule 2: Provide a link to the award creator
Rule 3: Attach the award to your post
Rule 4: Nominate fifteen other bloggers, excluding yourself and the person who nominated you
Rule 5: Write a brief story of how you started your blog
Rule 6: A piece or two of advice to new bloggers
Rule 7: Comment on the blogs you have named here to let them know you have nominated them
A brief story of how I started blogging?
Well, I started my blog one month ago (about mid-December) to expand my writing platform. That sounds really selfish and business like but it’s true. I am a novelist who is working on polishing my first completed work to submit to agents and have been told that having a platform would aid in that battle.
That being said, engaging in the process changed what my blog has become. I learned through the engagement and community aspect of blogging that this blog and the entire essence of blogging is to give back. The more you give the more you grow, and the more you grow the more you find that blogging is about inspiring other creative people to create and this in turn adds fuel to your own creative fire.
Blogging is reciprocal and it has been a great experience for me.
All I have ever wanted was to have people read the things that I wrote so I could feel like all the strange things bouncing around in my head had a purpose. All it took was for one person to say they enjoyed my writing for me to want to write more. If this blog achieves nothing else, it has served its purpose in that one interaction. Thank you all for your input and feedback over the last month! It has encouraged me to keep typing, and maybe someday it will lead to me finally achieving my dream.
My one piece of advice to other bloggers:
If you have read my post on blogging you will know what is coming next. My advice is to read other blogs. Comment on other blogs. Find blogs similar to yours, especially successful ones, and try to learn how they became so. Successful blogging is about interacting. If you have a blog it’s because you want someone to read or look at what you are creating. If you want that to happen you have to be willing and able to read and look at what others are creating. If you want people to comment on your work, comment on theirs. If you want more, give more. Blogging is a community and you have to engage in the community aspect if you want to be successful and grow your blog.
One award asked for 7 nominations and other other asked for 15. I am going to shoot for the middle and go with 10. These ten blogs are blogs I read often and appreciate the work that they make. I will link back to one of their posts that I genuinely enjoyed so you can see what about them I liked so much.
- Vasa and Ypres – as a fellow creative writer I really appreciate her literary style. The story is very engaging and her prose is wonderful.
- leet_g33k – As a fellow lover of scifi/fantasy, I really enjoy his sarcastic wit. Reminds me of Adams a bit.
- Beilin Ye – Again, another fellow creative writer with great sarcastic wit. Still waiting for the follow up to this one 🙂
- Girlygeekgirl – One of my favourite bloggers. We see eye to eye on a lot of things… just not our favourite NFL teams.
- The Caffeinated Writer – Another fellow writer who muses in a way that I like, which is rare indeed. Sorry, just gave you a heap more awards to deal with 🙂
- The Dog Rules – A fellow animal lover and a person who knows how to tie life lessons into the love of animals and the interaction us humans have with our pets.
- Elan Mudrow – I don’t like poetry. That I rush to read every post by this blog is a testament, in my eyes, to how good it is. It’s mainly long poems and they are fantastic!
- Only 100 Words – The stories are very compact and the punch this writer manages to get in with so few words is amazing. Love your work.
- A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself – If you ever need a good laugh, this is the place to find one. I am still smiling after reading this post again.
- Girl at a Desk – Another writer who has a great sarcastic wit.
*I will get to commenting on your blogs this week but I can’t get to you all right now. I hope the pingbacks show up so you know I love you 🙂 *
This week’s Battle Royale will be between the episodes of Star Wars. Which one is best? Which one is worst? How fast can we all agree that Jar-Jar was the only redeemable thing about the entire series?
Unfortunately your original poster has now been replaced as he was justifiably struck by lightning.
There are several factors that go into how and why each episode wins or loses and I will give you my reason for one side of it in five points (ie: Why such-and-such episode lost, or why such-and-such episode won, but not both. Eventually all 7 will get their blurb as we go along) Continue reading
**I do not own any of the pictures used in this post.**
Advances in technology have changed the face of the world drastically over the past 20 years. I am 36 years old and when I was in high school the most advanced piece of equipment I had was a pager and our computer at home had AOL dial up. Remember that annoying telephone dial sound? And heaven forbid someone pick up the house phone while you were trying to connect to the internet.
Now there are multiple computers in every home and we all live on high speed internet. There is a smart phone in every hand, a tablet in every bag, and a kindle to replace your gaudy bookshelves. Pretty soon The Sims will replace your actual family members and conversation with fleshy humans will be obsolete! Yay!
This post will not delve into all the finer points of the rise in technology, but one minor aspect that has come along with it — the selfie.
One definition I found that I feel sums it all up came from Urban Dictionary.com:
A picture taken of yourself that is planned to be uploaded to Facebook, Myspace or any other sort of social networking website. You can usually see the person’s arm holding out the camera in which case you can clearly tell that this person does not have any friends to take pictures of them so they resort to Myspace to find internet friends and post pictures of themselves, taken by themselves. A selfie is usually accompanied by a kissy face or the individual looking in a direction that is not towards the camera.
The rise in the number of “selfies” spreading like wildfire across the internet makes me a bit nauseous and it got me thinking recently. Here is what I came to:
1. The ratio of women to men is pretty skewed.
I used the almighty Google to back my claim in this regard. I typed in the word ‘selfie’ and then counted out the first 100 pictures. There were 112 faces in those pictures and 73% of them were female. 22% were male. A staggering 2% were Woody from Toy Story. Figure THAT out.
What does this mean? I think the reality that physical image weighs more heavily on females than it does on males is not a question in this day and age. Some smart, attractive women have also used this craze to get themselves paid quite well because there is a whole gaggle of stupid males out there who will constantly stare at pretty women on the internet like slobbering neanderthals.
2. Selfies have given rise to the god awful facial expression known as “Duck Lips.”
Have you seen this face? Urban Dictionary provided me with another invaluable definition once again:
Where one’s lips look like a duck’s bill(beak). Most ** make kissing faces while they take endless pictures of themselves and post them at various places on the internet. They think it looks really cool, but they actually look like an ugly a** duck. It looks really AWFUL, and makes me want to destroy the internet because so many people are doing it.Guy1: Yo did you see her myspace?
Guy2: Yeah! She looks like a real ** with those duck lips!
I know there are plenty of people out there mocking the face now, as it rightly should be, and good on you, but there are honest to goodness people who believe this face is hot. Like,”you know you wanna f*%$ me,” hot. I am here to tell you that, no… no, you are not. Stop pursing your lips like a pouting baby before someone comes along and pulls them off your face because you are no longer mature enough to use them properly. Ugh. The sad thing is that Duck Lips are now being replaced by another horrid thing called Fish Gape. Will the insanity never end?
3. The world is antisocial enough as it is. Do we need one more excuse not to talk to actual people?
One of my largest gripes with selfies is that they are taken in one of two settings: in one’s own home, quite obviously in one’s room or… even stranger… one’s bathroom (seriously, what the hell with that?) or in a massively public place near a landmark or monument type structure.
In regards to the first instance, I will tackle that in point 4.
The second instance however is just sad. Many times you can actually see other human beings in the background of people’s selfies. Is it really so trendy to take the picture yourself now that you can’t just stop and say, “excuse me, but do you mind taking a picture for me?” How many times have you asked someone that question? How many times have you been asked? Why are we actively seeking every reason in the world to not interact with other human beings? It’s not a hard question to ask and it’s a request that the majority of people would be happy to do, but we are passing it up to take subpar pictures in order to be trendy.
I don’t get it. I really don’t. It’s like the people who go to Starbucks together to study and spend the entire time instant messaging each other through their computers. TALK, damn you! Are other people really that scary?
4. When did narcissism become sexy?
Selfies are a form of ego masturbation in my opinion. Looking at the picture above do you think the girl wants you to focus on the colosseum… or her, “I’m so cute!” face? Go with B. It’s sure fire.
For that matter, take a look at the majority of selfies that are taken. What seems to be their main purpose? For you to look at that person’s marvellous face, and only that. To bask in the glory. I was always taught growing up not to spend too much time looking in the mirror because no one likes vanity. Now vanity has become a typical mode of self promotion. When did the world become okay with such blatant self love?
I will temper this by saying that this comes from a man with a headshot on his about page. This is a picture of me all prettied up and one could argue that such a photograph is also vain in its own right. I would counter this by saying I only paid for and produced that picture at the request of my writing mentor who claimed that all real writing professionals need one. I had a reason for my picture and made sure I found someone else to hold the camera. If you are obsessed with taking selfies, do you ever stop and wonder why you love to take pictures of yourself so much? I think you might not like the answer if you can be honest about it.
5. The only thing more ridiculous than the selfie is the selfie stick.
This… just this:
It wasn’t bad enough that people were obsessed with looking at pictures of themselves and their total lack of actual friends (as opposed to their 2,000,000 Facebook friends), but now we had to give them a stick to produce a wider angle? Seeing people using these things always makes me sad for society.
I actually saw someone once trying to set up this perfect shot of themselves and the struggle was quite fierce. I walked over and offered to take the picture for them and they looked at me like I was speaking alien. Do you not realise how much money I spent on this stick? their face seemed to say. They had bought the stick and now they were going to use it. Never mind that the help of a real live human would have ended their struggle with the perfect shot much quicker, the point was that they didn’t want me interfering and the purchasing of said stick had guaranteed them of harassment free picture taking at any time and from any spot.
It made me sad that such simple interactions are now becoming obsolete because so much of our young society is antisocial and vain. They don’t want to talk to you, they want to text you. They don’t want to visit with you, they want to Skype you. They don’t want a picture with you, they want you to like their selfie on Facebook.
Who knows, maybe in another 10 years we won’t even have to leave the house and we’ll have cameras going 24/7 in our homes to catch us from any sexy angle we choose. I pray to the gods I don’t live to see it.
What do you think about selfies? Do you take them? What is your reason for doing so if you do? Where do you take them? I hope I am not alone in my hatred of them. Happy blogging all!