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It took me about 4 tries to spell indubitibly correctly, and in all that fuss I seem to have forgotten what the word even means. The strange thing about language and learning/using new words, is that you know how to use them (eg: where they belong/what tense/part of speech) even if you’re not solid on the definition. I might tell someone, “Your hair is indubitibly luminous today.” Albeit–or rather–allhaditbeen a correct construction of an English sentence, the meaning is quite strange. I refuse to look words up unless I completely don’t know what they mean, but from as far as I can tell, and from Context (the almighty), Indubitably just means undoubtedly… which is also a word. I suppose this is why people like this word, or when little youngsters first learn it they can help but repeat it all the time because it’s a fun word to say. Why say undoubtedly when you can say indubitably? Why eat vegetables when you can eat veggies? Why become a homeless child when you could become a ragamuffin? Indubitably, the indubitability of sillier words, when heard, can spur the familiar smirk and smile, or spark the occasional wit and guile.

Today’s suggestion was ‘Sobering Up.’ I will be taking suggestions for running commentary from now on as I have nothing interesting to talk about, but other people seem to, and I will do my best to use every suggestion. The one restriction is the suggestion must be either one word, or a phrase, like ‘sobering up.’ This is less writing and more just thinking and roaming around my mind with little or no sense of direction. It is my mind, so things will be addressed from my point of view, with my thoughts. This is a conversation. Ask follow up questions, disagree, contribute, or just leave a suggestion below and I’ll make it happen… Anything. Literally: anything.

Sobering up for me is a tricky, if not impossible task, due to the fact that I don’t drink. I am of legal age, and have never really considered that the reason to, or to not, drink, but it was the cop-out excuse when people offered me drinks when I was under 21. The real reason I don’t drink is because it tastes like piss. If someone took a beer into the bathroom and came out I’d feel obligated to make a wise crack about the coincidental color of his beverage. People tell me “you’ll get used to the taste” or “once you start drinking you don’t even notice it” or “you don’t drink it for the taste.” That sets me off on a few directions…

You’ll get used to the taste.

I don’t understand the trouble with acquired tastes. Why would you want to acquire a taste? It tastes bad, but everyone else likes it, so you just say you aren’t sophisticated enough yet, and keep chugging away until your as sophisticated as a motherfucker. It tastes bad now. Nothing will change once I’ve acquired the taste — except now it tastes okay. Something had to change. Then it must have been me. My theory is drinking shit piss beer and wine tastes awful, but you have a great time because you get to be silly and ‘lose’ your inhibitions. I just think alcohol is just an excuse to do things you want to do anyways, or act how you want to around people without feeling bad, or god-forbid; awkward. Sociologist or Psychologists or one of those professions followed a bunch of different college students on their spring break trips to beachy places south of the border and caught some girls, who were completely sober, go around and act drunk and do stupid drunkie things just to fill that little space in their minds that tells them what they don’t want to hear. I’ve had a few drinks before, and I’m not completely talking out of my ass here, but I was pretty much the same after a few drinks. The only main difference is I didn’t ever think about where my hands were (not in that way you perverts). It just seems like people are ashamed that their base instincts are raucous and loathsome, and their searching for an excuse to set them free. Personally, I have no trouble being stupid without alcohol, so I can’t really use any excuses, and don’t want to taste them either. So if you hand me a drink and ask me how it tastes, I might respond, “tastes like an excuse,” and you’ll think I’m being an asshole.

Once you start drinking you don’t even notice it.

What I’m wondering is what are you noticing now that’s more important than swallowing piss? Do you want to be deaf or blind? If the answer is no, then why do you want to be numb? I don’t have a good answer to that question, and until I do, I’m not drinking. If I can’t taste my own excuses, know they’re there, then I’m no longer aware of myself, and thus my effect on my surroundings. Personally, I am a very aware person. Sometimes I act like I’m not just so the people around the corner, or whispering, don’t get paranoid around me. It’s not so bad if you let people know you can hear them talking ‘out of earshot;’ but when you keep letting them know, well then nobody says anything interesting anymore.

You don’t drink it for the taste.

Well then what do you drink it for? Yourself, or for others? Are you really that miserable of a person to be around that you need to drink to make others enjoy you? Are you really that miserable of a person that you need to drink so you can be happy with yourself? Is a party not fun unless there’s alcohol? Do you think I’m full of shit and just need to chill out and have a beer because I don’t understand anything? Honestly, I don’t care what the answers to any of those questions are as long as you regret nothing and stand by your choices. If you like drinking; great. Drink. Drink with confidence — just don’t talk about it the day after as if you didn’t mean to or you shouldn’t have or like you are regretting it for the seventeenth consecutive weekend.

So on the topic of ‘Sobering Up,’ now I’m thinking about “what do I need to sober up from.” Everyone’s got problems. That’s life lesson number one. But not everyone knows it… That’s a life lesson for another day.

Thinking about music for a little bit, modern music kind of all has the same sound — at least the pop/whatever-you-call-it genre that plays in all the clubs and radio stations. So why does all pop music sound the same? Most songs have a predictable chord structure, layout, and constant bass beating through the song, and for the most part, these song get stuck in your head whether you like it or not. Maybe it’s because those things are what we ‘like’ to listen to, or rather, are intrinsically appealing to the ear. But it feels as though that’s not it because I know I don’t like a lot of that music. Granted, some of the songs are catchy, but I end up forgetting them a week after I hear them, and then society forgets them as well and moves on to the next thing. Could it be that the music ‘industry’ is just trying to play to our tastes? What is the musical taste of our culture; or maybe a better question would be, what is the ‘average’ musical taste so we can sell the most albums? I’m guessing the average musical taste sounds something like what all the pop music sounds like right now. It’s a safe choice, and usually something with a constant beat throughout so you can play the song at your local club. If you can’t grind along to a song, what good is it?

It seems like music nowadays is like two high schoolers in their first relationship, where you try and say all the right things and be super supportive of one another, and everything’s fine and dandy because you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing. The producers are trying to guess what we like, and we’re eating it up and saying we like it, even though a lot of artists don’t even write their own stuff, and we end up not liking it, but still listening to it. Neither party is willing to admit that this is all very fabricated and this is not how things should be in the music world because it’s not very real. It seems like once the artists are famous and rich, they wouldn’t need to sell out any more just to make an extra buck. I guess greed is a powerful thing; and very subtle. No one becomes greedy over night.

People with tendancy for addiction drive fast. That shouldn’t surprise you, but do you drive fast? They say that’s the first step. When I talk about addiction I’m not talking about drug addiction, because not everyone knows what that is. I don’t either; but I have a few ideas, and they’re unreasonable (that being the idea of addiction). So when I talk about addiction, I rather like to talk about the propensity to be/get attached to something. I could probably look up the definition and shed some interesting light on what it ‘means,’ saying it’s worse or better than you thought; but that’s not my style. I just call things as I see them, and it’s your job to either agree, or to learn something — sometimes both.

I believe some scientists did a study on addiction and one’s predisposition towards it, and found it to be a genetic thing; like, some people were naturally more inclined to be addicted to things. Caffeine seems to be the largest common ground. You drink coffee, you stay awake. You drink coffee, you’re still sleepy, you drink more. Now you’re awake. You’re probably somewhat dependent on coffee now. When you get a headache and can’t sleep at night and need coffee to calm you…now you’re addicted. I’m know scientist, so the way I personally categorize addiction is when it starts to affect you; become a part of you. Something that defines you. For example my current addictions are badminton and bejeweled. Badminton is easily justifiable because I can say “I’m getting exercise too,” so it’s not so bad. However if I don’t swing a racket for several days I get anxious and unpleasant. It’s hard to pin down because I could say badminton is stress relief and that I haven’t been ‘releasing stress,’ but I think it’s a part of me. Bejeweled on the other hand I just play incessantly when I could be doing other things. I have no excuse for bejeweled. I’ve wasted days on that game, and I’m the best at it, too; but all for naught. Since there is a leader board I can stay on the top of it, and I think knowing daily that I’m better than everyone else makes me happy. I need to be perfect. I might be addicted to myself. I don’t want to say that because I don’t want to say that, but I do in fact like myself. I think I’m an alright guy. What’s wrong with being better? And that’s where I get addicted. eg: too much of a good thing is bad.