I was safe from the bears, but not from my friends.

Need I apologize for my internet absence yet again? Aw what the hell, I'll do it anyways. I'm sorry I have been absent from the blogging scene for the past week or so, but as I've stated before, I've been busy with summer, which has been quite a blast, both prior to, and since the publication of my last article, The Existentialists Eternal Intrigue.
For the past 4, probably closer to 5 days, I've been camping out at a lake in the deep woods south of town; an incredibly hard place to find if you've never heard of it before, to be honest.
I was camping out there with about 7 or 8 friends of mine, repeating the same basic routine everyday: wake-up, have breakfast, chill out and chat, go swimming/ canoeing, return to the campsite, chill out some more, and then make dinner, followed by even more chilling out. To say the least, as repetitive as it got by the fourth day, it was still quite alot of fun.

What kind of dragged the fun-factor down a considerable amount is the fact that I was the one and only target for constant annoyance, practical jokes, insults, and eventually, physical assault due to unjustified overreaction after I playfully attempted to play along with the jokes and insults despite the fact that it was getting to me inside. For my only playfully resistant action, I got a hard kick in the groin and more name-calling, followed by me deliberately disappearing for about 5 hours due to being so upset. Needless to say, the 3 or 4 friends that were always targeting me felt extremely bad, and refrained from doing so for the most part for the remainder of the trip. I can't say I'm not angry at them still, though, and I've vowed to really give them a piece of my mind if anything similar happens again. I'd even be willing to drop them as friends in the event that they continue to target me regardless.

Aside from that dimension of the trip, with absolutely zero sarcasm I can say that it was actually a blast. I'd be willing to do it again this summer, but like I said, I wouldn't be aimlessly taking abuse any more. Chances are, that if certain friends of mine read this post, they'd just brush it off and say I was being a 'pussy.' Frankly, if that's the stance they take towards my emotions, I'd like to drop them entirely and find real friends, who really like me for who I am. So far, some of my current friends have been less than impressive in the acceptance department.

Anyways, I apologize for the rant, I just needed to get abit of my chest, and put my thoughts into words as so I could register everything that happened just a bit easier. Peace out, blue planet, and enjoy the remainder of the summer!

The Existentialists Eternal Intrigue

I'm one of those very open, yet introverted existentialist philosophers (if I were trying to label it as so it would be a little easier to understand on your part) who, due to such classification, finds myself unable to get bored, as there is always something extraordinary to interpret and contemplate. Despite my inability to be bored, I can still get upset, frustrated, and angry like any other human being, and I can also be quite insecure from time to time, as mainstream societies views will occasionally overlap my own at a time of shaky teenage insecurity, when I truly acknowledge the fact that I'm temporarily looking at my honest philosophies and wondering how wrong they could possibly be, due to mainstream societies majority following and my wondering how such a system can have such a majority in the first place considering how corrupt it seems, at least from my individual perspective.

I acknowledge the world is a strange, very mixed place. Individually speaking, it has absolutely no inequalities; only perceptions of superiority and inferiority created by either an individual, or by a larger collective, which as I see it, is our corrupted and one-sided mainstream society which pushes on us feelings of insecurity and inferiority based on many different dimensions, such as physical appearance, choice of clothing, ways of speech and mannerisms, race, religion, ethnicity, financial situation, and choice of peers to name only a few.

There are many recurring thoughts I have that the apathetic individual would probably think me abnormal for finding interest in, yet thoughts that continue to re-intrigue me every chance they get; for example, I was out of town for 9 days, and only returned on Friday via a 7 hour bus trip. While I was in this alien city, to which I had never stopped to explore in my past, a couple of friends and I were walking down a quaint, quiet suburban street on our way to the metropolitan mall. As we were walking, I stopped for a moment to look around at all the homes and cars parked almost uniformly behind one another and the thought that came to mind was the fact that this exact street physically exists even when I'm not around. When I'm asleep in bed at 1 in the afternoon during the summer months, this street is physically existing elsewhere on this planet, acting as a home to some, and simply a piece of passerby's scenery to others, or the scene of an important situation in someones personal life.
The thought that next dawns on me is the fact that at any given time, each individual person on this planet is only seeing an incredibly minuscule fraction of what is occurring on Earth, even within their direct environments; for example, if my brother were home right now, he would be in this exact same house, yet chances are he would be upstairs in his own room with the door closed. To say the least, this is probably the most direct example I can think of, considering I would be entirely unaware of what he's doing, and even if I was able to gather some clues as to what he was up to, such as being clued in based on the sounds of guns firing and bombs going off, which would lead me to conclude he's playing video games, I would be unable to know exactly what he was doing within the video game, or what facial expression he would be wearing as he carried out his virtual objectives, and even less would I be able to contemplate exactly what would be going through his head at that very moment as he expertly weaved his way through throngs of virtual foes.

Now, this thought, when applied in a comparatively bigger sense to that quaint suburban street, takes on a whole new sense of intrigue, as you attempt to fathom the possibilities of what the residents of these quiet homes are up to behind the private concealment of their closed curtains and shut doors.

As way leads on to way, a new thought dawns on me as this strange philosophical thread weaves throughout every possible comprehension created by the electromagnetic waves which are constantly dancing throughout the pulsing enclaves of my mind; this one concerns individual perspective, and as such, seems to flow well with the perception that preceded it. Looking around at each individual car that passes, each individual person who indifferently and silently moves past us, each parked car, each numbered mailbox, and each newspaper thrown next to someones doorstep, it occurs to me that each of these things, as little as they mean to me, mean something important to someone else.
For example: each car that passes us has got at least one person inside (hopefully, a driver), and that individual has a life, and has had a life for as long as they have lived. Through sheer chance created out of collective choice, we just so happened to be walking down this quiet suburban street at the exact same time he/she just so happened to be going down the same street as to reach whatever it is they had established as their point B. A similar example applies to each person who quietly passes by us without so much as a hello, covered in a shroud of urban anonymity. They just so happened to be in the exact same place at the exact same time due to the preceding choices they had made, bundled with the preceding choices we had made.

As for the parked cars, the thought that intrigues me so much is the fact that these cars are simply passerby's scenery to me, but to someone else, it's their form of transportation; it's the vehicle they use to go to work in the morning, possibly drop of their kids at school or daycare, as well as go on road-trips to different points of physical existence throughout the continent and/or globe. A similar thought applies to the mailboxes, as they, too, act as nothing more than passerby's scenery to me, but act as something of more significance to someone else, such as a way to receive letters from distant friends or relatives, or a way to gain discounts at their local supermarkets.

I remember waking up on the morning I was to leave to go on my trip, with that feeling of pre-travel butterfly's fluttering in my stomach, and my mind constantly repeating the words 'You're finally getting out of town, and into the big city!'
To say the least, that feeling is one of my favorite feelings throughout the entire emotional spectrum. To me, it's one of the greatest natural highs provided by life itself, and not by artificial means created via psychedelic drugs.
After about 5 hours of driving and 2 enjoyable ferry rides, we finally arrived in Downtown Vancouver, and I remember thinking to myself: "This morning, I woke up in my bed in Powell River. That bed is now 5 hours north of here, 2 days north if I decided to return on foot." Basically, I was physically existing in one part of the world 5 hours prior, and now I was physically existing in another part. Although they're generally not that far from each other, it was still quite the intriguing thought, especially considering the amount of places there are elsewhere on this planet to which I could potentially exist at.

That night, when I was sitting on the computer at my grandmothers house in the dark, after everyone else had gone to bed, my mind began to wander as I went into a state of being only half-awake, allowing my mind to wander aimlessly in image and thought. One thought, which had been present in my mind many times prior, came back to the forefront of my dreamy mentality, as I considered the fact that everyone who is alive right now is physically existing at this very moment, and they were physically doing something, whether it was running, sleeping, walking, sitting at a computer desk, sniffing a marshmallow, committing a crime, kissing someone, kicking someone, or were in orbit just outside of our planets atmosphere, watching the continents move by, and contemplating exactly what they were looking at. As mind-boggling and intriguing as it was and still is, it was easier to put it into a personal perspective when I considered the fact that everyone I had ever met was physically co-existing with me right now, regardless of how far away they were, geographically speaking. I always like to imagine that, perhaps, the ones I care for the most are thinking about me at the exact same moment I'm thinking about them, and that perhaps there's some distant psychological connection between us if either one of us concentrates on that thought. Whether such a thing ever actually occurs, I'm not sure if I'll ever know, but it was certainly an interesting, as well as comforting, thought.

Through such complicated and open-ended thought processes, I am entirely incapable of getting bored; also, through such thoughts, I've realized that life doesn't have to make sense.

Life has never made sense, but interpretation is the key to absolutely everything.

A Quick Update

Well, as I seem to dogmatically do every time I get a chance to post on my blog, I apologize for my long internet absence. I've been busy with, well, summer, which means lots of friends and family, and as of yesterday, some travelling. At the moment I'm down in the city of Delta at my grandmothers place, which is a bus ride away from the sprawling British Columbian metropolis of Vancouver.

In general, I've been quite well since the beginning of summer break, save for a few minor incidents which haven't involved me, aside from my having to give out advice. Well, they haven't involved me until today, due to the fact that I believe a very good friend of mine, incidentally also my ex, gave me the strong impression that she's angry at me for some reason, but I'm actually not sure about that due to no chance of follow-up so far, so I may be far-off in what I'm interpreting it as. Either way, I'm sure we'll work it out when given the inevitable chance.

Tomorrow, I'm making my way to the big city via public transit, and for that I need to get up generally quite early, but I'm sure it'll be very worth it, as I'm going to visit a couple good friends of mine, and I'm staying with one until Monday at the least, possibly later if I can get a ride back to Powell River with someone else, or if I can raise enough money for a bus which heads up there daily. My ex/good friend, which I spoke of earlier on, is also coming down to visit friends and family in the same city I'm making my way to tomorrow (which is Port Coquitlam, but I may try to get my friends to bus back into the Vancouver city core for the fun of it on Saturday), and I may see if I can go back with her, but for 1, I'm not sure if she's angry at me or not at the moment, and 2, she stated earlier that their may not be enough seats in the car for the ride back, but that she'll look into it. Basically, I'm going to try to do everything within my power to stay for another couple days, just for the hell of it. Also, it'll give me some practice for when I move to the city next year for university and/or college.

Anyways, I just thought I'd give everyone a quick update on how I've been, and what I've been up to. To all you Canadians out there, Happy Canada Day! I'm proud to be Canadian, just not proud enough to pass arbitrary chain mail to others in order to prove it.

Peace out, blue planet.