Personal versus Business

Well, it turns out people can't separate personal lives and business lives.

Imagine this scenario:

You complain about somebody at work about how they do a bad job, that person will look at you like you're a bad person. They will even treat you horribly. The thing is, you never made mention of his/her personal life. You were judging them based on their job performance.

What does this have to tell you about people? This is why I hate them. I am 20 years old. I am a student. How is it that I am more mature than others my age? How is it that I am more mature than others older than me? I realize this is a depressing post, but your opinion, like mine, doesn't really matter.

It's about time...

...we brought you an AIM conversation:

(1:21:02 AM) Alpha: That's why my penis's name is "The Diplomat"
(1:21:12 AM) Alpha: It makes or breaks treaties
(1:21:21 AM) Omega: lol *name omitted* named mine "The Peacebringer"
(1:21:32 AM) Omega: and my testicles were teddy and franklin
(1:21:49 AM) Alpha: An imperialist and socialist, respectively?

Omega Helped find a way.

I like the idea alpha played on. What does it take to be a good person? Seems like the meterstick is within all our grasp,  just so long as we're clear as to the objectives.   For those of you who've read Siddhartha, was anyone else impressed that the guy who wrote it was German, even though the entire novel supposedly took place in India? Some would say his novel made him a good person because it touched the lives of thousands.  I'm inclined to agree with that, but lets also suppose for those who haven't read it. Is Hermann Hesse any better or worse to those who couldn't find his book in a library without it falling on their head? Having a net positive inclination to anyone who knows of you tends to mean good person. But the thought of someone living their lives striving to get the approval of others seems ludicrous. Yes, there are the few that genuinely live to recieve the gratitude and bask in the warmth of happy feelings by their actions. To those strangers who can easily lead "good lives," all I say is that you haven't felt the rush of mixed emotions attacking ones brain like an affront on knowledge by doing something terrible. 

I don't know what or how greatness is made, as I mentioned earlier. Maybe my aristocratic theory is right, or maybe I'm pompous; but the fact is the vast majority of people should try to be "Good." However, there is a small percentage that are capable of great and terrible things, to which I suggest to make the attempt. Be the savior of humanity, or tear all civilization down around you. Just change the story somehow to add your own footnote to history.

I would like to give people the credit of thinking that they also grapple with this decision: whether to be good and safe and quiet through time, or to burn your image down onto the page of humanity's story. By the way I write this, you can clearly see which titillates me more.

Because I kind of believe in different dimensions, (at least, believe it enough to allow it to suit my purposes right now) I'd now like to introduce a segment called "What Omega could otherwise be doing" Where I predict what my dopplegangers in other dimensions are doing right now to the best of my knowledge.

(If anyone ever saw Conan O'Brian do his "In the year 2000" skits, this is the perfect time to prelude the story with that choir voiced line)

In another dimension, I've finally completed the extensive selective breeding project I'd supposedly been working on for a Worlds Fair entry that would be in New Orleans.  In a room that had walls lined around with cages, I would seem to have successfully created a giant racoon. No one would know the virus I'd be working on in the back room... The  pituitary hyper stimulis Virus would attack the endocrine system of mammals to induce chaotically high levels of testosterone and adrenaline. For those of you who don't see where this is already going:

Super Villain Omega would be creating Giant Rodents adept at living in Urban Enviroments and infecting them with an Infectious agent that causes rage, unnatural strength and hyperactivity.

I'd make sure to make 200, releasing 50 at a time in staggered patterns to be able to react to any attempts at eradication. 50 in a City, 50 in the sewers, 50 in to forests, and 50 to continue breeding them for as long as I can. Racoons are very intelligent, are able to work in groups, tend to their young, are territorial, and already not afraid of people. That, coupled with the abilities to infect people; and I'd have my very own Racoon army. (Targetting the pituitary gland would hopefully stimulate most all of the animal's hormonal actions, they'd be sure to reproduce faster than their blind rage would kill them.) 

That's All for now.

"The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!" and I'll look down and whisper 'no'" - Rorschach (The Watchmen)

( .....SQUEEEE I can't belive its almost out!!)

Alpha 2 - The Adventure Continues

I thrive for intelligent conversation.

I had a nice conversation with my girlfriend last night. I told her I wanted to get to know who she was. Well, it turns out she doesn't even know. This lead to her crying. We sat and conversed about what makes a person a person. I gave her my breakdown of who she is. Apparently, I was almost completely correct. This conversation turned to what really constitutes a person.

There is a difference between what makes a good person, what makes a good friend, and what makes a good boyfriend. I am a good friend and a great boyfriend. Does this make me a good person? Not at all. I'm a horrible person. I cheat. I lie. I steal. I manipulate. And for what? Mostly self gain. I mean, sometimes I do it to be a better friend. I screw over strangers or people I'm not close to so I can make a better life for those I care about.

But let's focus on manipulation. I manipulate people not just for gain, but for shits and giggles. I kid you not; I do it for fun. I like seeing how far I can go before they catch on to my game. Sometimes they never do. But how bad of a person am I? I will help a stranger. I will take charge in an emergency and try to save people's lives. I will put myself on the line for a good cause. But at the same time, I like to see what I have to gain from it. If there's one thing I hate, it's wasting my time and effort.

What people need to do is be able to differentiate between what makes a good person and a good friend. If you want, there's always the third factor of being a good significant other. But for the sake of an easy argument, I will leave that factor out. When you read this, ask yourself: Have I been judging people based on one factor? Or have I been able to divide situations and judge a person based on who they are in those situations?

Just remember, whenever somebody says that they don't judge, they're a liar. Everybody judges one way or another. It's one thing to lie to me, but it's another thing to lie to yourself.

I understand this post was half-assed, but Neurobiology calls.

"Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread." - Richard Wright

Omega 2 : 1:30 am.

With dripping black wings which flap in a bright spark of embers, I shall hover over the loved ones of my enemies with a vorpal sword of retribution in my hand, striking down the swine with the innocent as the sky cries blood.

Today was a very important birthday. It prompted a conversation about aristocracy. Maybe it's because I'm a law kid, but quite honestly, I'm of the opinion that our best and brightest are too often sacrificed by the whim of the mob.  We see it in school's all too often: Teachers spend time trying to make the trouble maker's calm down while they don't give guidance and attention to the kids with talent and pay attention on their own.  

I should make it known,  as far as I know right now, I consider myself a moderate. People should be allowed to do as they please, in every way, but only so that they can be judged and seen for what their work and lives really amount to.  I have met people who can not be saved, and I'm not saying people won't change, or surprise me, but I can't do anything to save some people.  History is strewn with examples of when its right to push resources into a person/situation/area, and when to stay your hand and guide it elsewhere.  

I think there are a surprising number of people that are disillusioned with the half-hearted American dream discussed throughout the country. Personally, I feel it went something like, "Yes, pursue your own happiness, but make sure you help anyone who isn't happy first, or else you're kind of a bad person for being selfish."  Whereas, I'd imagine in more conservative areas it could change to, "Pursue the right kind of happiness, because certain things won't actually make you happy, because we know better than you about the matter."

Here's what I propose: Let's have a new Age of Heroes, yes we look up to Bill Gates and Steve Jobs, but they are not famous nor flamboyant.  But most assuredly, people are far more interested in the lives of pop culture celebrities than people who actually make the world turn.   The argument could be made, that the people that "really matter" make sure to make themselves invisible; but doesn't that just mean we should try that much harder to see what they're doing and how they do it?

Fun Fact: Brittney Spears is worth 110 - 120 million dollars.  (Portfolio.com)

Whereas,  Larry Page, is worth upwards of 16.6 Billion dollars. (He cofounded Google)

And thats just my point. How many people have not even heard of the name Larry Page? What if he is a total nutcase and just building a deathray? Who digs through HIS trash to see what he's thinking? Maybe he's coming up with some new super invention. Besides that negative, Isn't it far more interesting to look up to a self made billionaire straight out of university by reinventing the search engine? (Remember Excite.com? yeah, neither to I.)  

Larry Page is an Aristocrat. He's steered arguably the most influencial company in the world, and done so largely without cheating, instead by constantly offering a FREE, better product than anyone else.   Britney Spears is a singer that, for her talents and shortcomings, is quite honestly more of a fluke than any assessment of talent or merit. (Celebrity Fame is fickle and stochastic to put it generously.)

But I'm just Omega, I feel I haven't hit my sweet spot in life to achieve my potential. I'm definitely trying to keep myself ready, and hoping I have some idea where or what It's going to be.  It's nerve racking because the people I consider to be heroes, like Larry Page, don't often discuss what happend or how it felt, if it even felt like anything or if its just dawned on them one day that they made something great. 

More to come later.

"Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another. " - Ernest Hemingway

This is Alpha reporting in

So here I am, in my "Causes of International Conflict" class. Basically, this is the study of warfare. In all honesty, it is the class that I look forward to the most. My professor is an under appreciated, sarcastic elitist that I have grown to appreciate. I don't do any of the reading for this class. Chances are, I'll get either a B or a B+. Why? Because the grading scale at this university horrifically misrepresents what a student truly knows. As Omega stated in his last post, formal education is an over inflated idea. He's got a point.

I have my Neurobiology class in about two and a half hours. This is a class in which I really need to study. My political science classes are a joke. I don't do half of the work I normally would for my science classes, yet I will get a better grade in my political science classes. But that's beside the point. I have a fairly busy day today. I have a meeting with a potential writer for my comedy newspaper. I also get to bring my girlfriend to get boba tea and so I can run errands. When I get home tonight, I need to clean my room and go to work. Tomorrow, I deal with the same shit, but different classes. I have to go to meetings. I have to deal with people with whom I don't want. But in the end, it's worth it. I don't get the respect that I deserve and I don't get the attention that I want, but I get to have sex with my girlfriend. And in the end, isn't that what we all want?

“Much of our highly valued cultural heritage has been acquired at the cost of sexuality”

- Sigmund Freud

Omega 1: 2 A.M.

When I go to dark, painful places, I topple the ruler there and set the bleeding crown of ebony upon my brow.

It's technically Monday morning, and in 7 hours I have to be in a class of intellectual dwarves.  But less than 4 lines written and I'm already ahead of myself.  My outlook on education is beginning to get rather bleak. We spend thousands of dollars to hope to become middle-class employees.  My entrepreneurial spirit just hates the idea.  Don't get me wrong, I love enriching myself with skills and information; but formal education is a bleak representation of that personal sparkle in my otherwise tarnished character.  Truth be told, I think if I could go back over right now, I'd of just taken the money and went adventuring or better yet traveling.  My diploma will say what it has to say, but if anyone would just talk to me, they'd know I was qualified to have it back when I was 18.  But that's neither here nor there, I'm learning more in a system schematics of life sort of way; and on that I'm keeping clear notes.

Alpha and I discussed a very interesting hypothesis about relationships. Seeing as how we differ so fundamentally on what we're even supposed to be doing with the opposite sex, the fact that we constantly get somewhere in our conversations astounds me. First and foremost, I believe I am, and most people have potential to be polyamorous.  Getting down to the good stuff; I believe sex is this valuable thing that consenting adults should want to create for themselves if they feel inclined.  Other social entanglements, obligations, norms, or other forms of restraint or denial be damned.  As you might have already guessed, I constantly analyze relationships, and with the help of Alpha, better understand what I'm actually thinking to myself.

So hopefully this turns out to be an even assortment of posts. If its more than that in time, even better.   I went to Wondercon, and was impressed with the range and variation of art and possibilities to send messages through comics, which has always been a dream of mine, so maybe it could even be that.

I read Least I Could Do a lot, and love that he ends his posts with a Quote, so I'll dedicate my first quote to Ryan Sohmer.

"So that's when I bought the horse a prostitute" - Rayne Summers