thnx FIDLAR for the numerous amount of bruises covering my legs and arms and face
easily one of my fondest memories
Damn that movie hit a nerve.
Aside from the fact that this is an overused joke about overbearing Jewish mothers, that is seriously all I ever hear from the older peeps whenever I see family or go to some Jewish event
1) Marriage is something I don’t want to even consider for at least another decade
2) Considering I live in an area where most Jews don’t live, statistically the pool of Jewish women is small for me
3) I’ve met many of nice Jewish girls, I’ve also met quite a few who quite frankly are stuck-up, crazy, and/or out of their minds. Actually, the latter totally outdoes the former in terms of percentage. The nice ones I have met usually don’t live in driving distance, and to top it off I don’t have much in common with them.
4) I have a tendency to fall for shiksas (Yiddish for non-Jewish girl). My experiences show that women into the same music, movies, ideals, world view, values, etc. that I possess 99.9% of the time are not members of the tribe.
This is one of those scenarios where I think being born Gay would make my life easier.I’m going to go listen to some music and drink a beer right now hoping that this problem will go away when I am a 30-something!
Two weeks ago I met up an old friend for dinner. The occasion was for me to not only catch up with him, but also so he could tell me about hitting a milestone: he just got hired for a career. Needless to say, it was a joyous occasion, however it was a night where I realized him and I had diverged on our understanding of life.
At the end of our meal I insisted that we get a cigar to celebrate the occasion, but he remarked rather defensively “Why would I want to kill myself?”.
I tried telling him a cigar every now and then is not a death sentence, but he kept telling me it was how it essentially was akin to me burying the six feet for my own grave. Jokingly I told him that I am not trying to live until I am 100 years old, but with a serious face he told me he is.
That’s when it became clear. Yes, there are many types of people in this world, but I always believe that there is essentially two extremes of everything. My friend is a Business major, he always told me how his life goals are to obtain a massive amount of money and other riches. This includes (i’ll be blunt) shagging as many women as possible, essentially having people respect him for the simple fact he has money, and above all he wants to live this perfect life that can be preserved forever.
I on the other hand have recently come to the conclusion that money can only go so far. Obviously I want to live comfortably, but giving up material wealth for experiences such as travelling, meeting new people, and spending time with friends and family is something I am choosing. My speech proffesor summed it up today when he said “One’s happiness can greatly vary when there income goes from $15,000/year to $50,000, but going from $60,000/year to $500,000 does not improve one’s emotional state in a substantial manner.
But this goes deeper than that. My friend wants to live life as long as possible, even if it means skipping out on a pleasure such as a cigar. Now, I am not advocating smoking two packs of cigarettes a day, but all experiences in life carry risks, however the negative emotion one gets for not experiencing what they could have done in life will pull them into a hole of regret they can never get out of. On top of that, I don’t mind risking not living to 100. Our culture has this weird fascination with people living well above average, and to the ones who do, I take my hat off for them. However, age is just a man measured number. If I am 65, have experienced everything in life I could have (ie seeing my kids have children, traveled the world, saved a life etc), and come down with a terminal disease, I will accept the fact that I am dying, and my lease on life is up.
Point being you can make life a meaningless competition, realize you sacrificed too much for a practically unbeatable rat race, and regret what you missed. Even if you win that competition, its lonely at the top, and at the end of the day money is just a pile of papers when laying on your death bed.
But then again I am a 20 year old unemployed community college student, so do take my rants with a grain of salt.
The new Daft Punk album is pretty damn amazing. Its like where Funk ended 30 years ago, they brought it up to speed!
As a music geek, I live for these kind of things!