Dealing with the spaces between.

Tastes. If there's one thing in the world that I find confusing and illogical is tastes. Taste in music, movies, books, places, activites...and people.

You're always challenged into developping a taste for something. Rather than staying neutral, out of way of the mock remarks, stupid jokes and the barrel of a shotgun stuck in your mouth.
What's the point of tastes? It's not a question of "want". You don't choose your tastes. You're born and they just..."are". Once you're assigned a "taste" from what Christians call God, Jews call Yahvé, Muslims call Allah, Buddhists call Buddha and what scientists call chromosomes, you're left to appreciate them and deal with them and their consequences. People will question your tastes, praise them, or spit on them. Then you can answer them, thank them, or spit back.

The problem gets more complicated when someone is rambling on about their tastes. How good they are, how worthy they are, or how cool they are. Then you're left with that bubbling anger in the pit of your guts.
You don't want to let it out, so not to break some "valuable" ethical laws. But the bubbling anger won't cease. Should you shut up not to hurt the person? Or burst out defending your own tastes and diminishing theirs?
You see, that choice is pretty messed up. Whichever choice you make, you're fucked.
Should we deny the fact that we're all different just to conserve a decent relationship? Makes me think...it depends on the person.

We all know it's hard to accept things you don't understand. As much as many things you don't understand make your stomach turn and your head dizzy...or is it the other way around?...
I know that I don't understand goddamn pop culture. But I don't get too involved, since I know that pop culture is embraced by the majority.
Sometimes I question my own tastes. Asking myself if there's anything rational or fucking terrestrial in what I like.
But maybe that's it...questioning yourself is the path to knowing that you're reasonable. Just like that phrase "I think therefore I am." by a philosopher who's name I can't remember. I only half understand that phrase. I never bought the whole "I am" thing. Nobody "is". You're just another human being living in a place thats been infected by you and your ancestors and will later be shot down by the little morons you will have spawned.

We're just an ant colony that's slowly breaking through the glass.

But we can be a happy ant colony. And that's what makes us different. There are spaces between us. Spaces where we can stretch...grab what we like and what we don't like. Spaces where we can step back, and look at what we've accomplished, built, or destroyed. Spaces where we are able to see what we have left behind, and we can choose to help it, or leave it to rot away.

I told you this was a fucked up blog. But it's just me trying to reach out to something different.
And again, I am a happy person. I'm not depressed, schizophrenic, or genuinely sad.. That's the only reason why I can put what I see in the spaces between into words. These words.