Alone in a crowded room
Searching for a familiar face in this sea of strangers
Filled with a looming sense of gloom
Wistfully unaware of the dangers.
The anxiety grips me by the throat
And I can feel its grip getting tighter
And at the moment it stopped to gloat,
I feel the light at the end of the tunnel grow brighter.
Keeping up the fight but to no avail
Getting choked up and choked out
As I feel my being begin to fail
All I’m told is that it’s nothing to worry about.
I’m fully aware of the hypocrisy of what I’m doing here, I know that my writing/blogging is in and of itself pretty mediocre but bear with me for a bit. I needed to get a rant out there.
As of late, it seems to be that being just of passable standards seems to be good enough. I’m no art critic and most of my opinions are just that, My opinions, so feel free to criticise and come to your own conclusions and whatnot regarding this whole matter but I genuinely feel that we, as a society seem to not only encourage mediocrity but to an extent, celebrate it.
It’s not bad. It’s just not good either.
With the internet becoming an essential part of daily life and the dwindling attention spans of the general public, there seems to be an oversaturation of content out there. Some of which is absolutely brilliant and some of which is pretty fucking terrible. And with more and more people trying to get their name out there and trying to get their stuff out to the masses, there seems to be a shitton of what is average. Yes, there has always been content like it out there but we seem to celebrate and settle for it as a whole now.
It’s gotten to the point where most films just seem like a formulaic cinema with a big budget and typical storyline (think of any recent mainstream superhero movie that hasn’t stuck to the usual pattern of superhero flicks) and a fair share of music just seems like rehashed same-y tunes (with what seems to be a constant trap influence recently). This entire notion of trying to appeal to the lowest common denominator, sticking to what works and avoiding any sort of risk factor or much of a personal flair to is disheartening to me. We seem to delve into only the most familiar territory with some sort of aversion to trying for original content and concepts (Obviously I don’t mean everything is copied now, there is still plenty of original, good content out there)
The people, the faces, the notes, the chords, the scenes, the characters and the words are different but they all seem to be trying to strike the same notes, trying to replicate whats been done before almost beat for beat in order to get “popular” and make it into the mainstream.
Yes, I understand, we all are entitled to our own opinion and taste is purely subjective.
I have a personal bias against trap music, it simply doesn’t appeal to me very much and I understand that there are plenty of people who are in love with the genre, that’s fine by me. I enjoy experimental and noise rock which is not everyone’s cup of tea.
Not all types music or movie or art is enjoyed universally and nor do I say that it should be. But when I see talented musicians stoop to trying to imitate and jumping on the same bandwagon in an attempt to get the hype at the cost of a mediocre performance and unoriginality because they’re worried about what the people would think. It annoys me.
It’s pretty ironic when at a time like now when we seem to be encouraging everyone to “be themselves” and “be different”, all of us are trying to adhere to this standard of sameness.
In more than enough cases, a person who is blatantly average and someone with exceptional skill are given the same recognition and admiration.
That’s alright, it’s been that way for long enough, there’s always been passable content but it’s at times like this, the skilled individual has a choice to make. Does he settle or does he keep at his originality and try and work at his craft knowing that he can get the same praise with a much lower amount of effort?
I’m tired of people settling. I don’t mind having to deal with more shitty content than ever if it means encouraging originality. How about you?
There are two friends from highschool (who shall be referred to as S.B and A.S respectively) who have always been bros. And as with all bros, we had/have our own fair share of experiences where we bro-ed out.
This is not one of those times (but also is?)
Bromance can get weird man..
It started off as a road trip to Ras Al Khaimah, (picture beaches and shit)
Simple enough, we got our stuff packed, met up at the metro and then headed out,
A.S is the driver since he’s the only one who had a valid license, I’m shotgun, I needed to pick the music and occassionally be ready to use Maps. S.B was the back seat, he handles snacks and makes sure there’s some conversation happening. We’re talking about everything, catching up on life since we were meeting after our first year of college.
It’s all chill at this time except we had to come to terms that we were lost in a quarry…
note the tractor and the general emptiness
But it was all okay, we had Google Maps, we got back on track after an encounter with some camels (encounter=almost reversing into a herd) and annoying S.B enough.
Before you knew it, we were at RAK.
It was very chill indeed.
Such beauty, so much chill vibes, a really nice place-
So Now What?
I don’t know man
We aren’t heading back
Lets keep going
And that happened, we just kept going, hit a few more emirates and just going with whatever was happening,
I specifically remember:
- Eating from a “restaurant” called Chicken Hut in the middle of nowhere.
- A very very dark tunnel
- Being tortured by Hindi Pop music
- Debating playing heavy metal while parked near a mosque
Fujairah had good vibes
But this was getting pretty pointless for something without a point.
We needed an ending point.
What we got was a phone call. It was a call from a friend who needed help. Here’s a rough idea.
Guys I’m stuck at Qudra, tires are stuck in sand
What were you doing there?
With a “friend”
So now we had an aim, we needed to get to K.V(who also happened to be underage and in a position which would probably not good to be caught by cops in)
We move, we’re on the way to Qudra Lakes, a nice oasis out in the desert, its getting late though….
We’re also almost out of fuel, we needed to head back the way we came from because there isn’t a pump anyway on the way. We go back.
We grab fuel (and more fuel from McDonalds) and we get to him, and his “friend”.
We shovel some sand, try to get some things moving, rev up the car aaaand-
They’re still stuck.
A.S and I head out, we manage to find some people who were willing to pull the car out with buggies. We tell them where to go and they go.
The view was great, but the car was still stuck
We’re not following after a while.
The tire burst. At the entrance to the lake, we can’t change tires because the rims were changed and the tire no longer fits.
K.V leaves with his “friend”, they didn’t need to be stuck and had to deal with more shit.
(Ironically, they were legit caught by cops on the way back. They cool though)
You have the mat and more drinks?
So we set up a mat, some speakers, open up fizzy sugar water and put out a few calls and decide to just sit and wait it out.
Eventually we did get help and we did manage to make it back without any drastic measures.
It was not the best of experiences but it was one hell of an experience.
At the very least, the view was brilliant.
Almost makes up for the 3 hours we were stranded
I certainly am. Are you?
In fact, I’m bored most of the time.
(If you’re here, don’t deny it)
There’s probably a million things to do (and a few that I need to do) of which I am doing none. This is not a new thing either, it’s been pretty much the one constant thing in my life but funnily enough, that’s what keeps me going.
I look out for better shit to do, rather than the same bullshit I’d have to deal with, and while I may/may not do the shit that I find that I could do, the whole process of trying to find something to do is what lands me in most situations.
Inner me pretty much everyday
But the moment I decide to do something, I gotta be occupied (what a fucking surprise!) and that means less time to observe and more of actually doing stuff. Which is not all bad, in fact it might even be necessary, doing stuff (eating, breathing and moving in general, It miiight be important).
And the moment you start doing stuff is when you realize that you’d be much better off doing other stuff, getting me started on this whole loop again. So I’m back to being bored and I’m rapidly becoming under stimulated again.
So as much of an anti-boredom advocate I am,
Embrace being bored, thats when the weird shit starts to happen.
And if it doesn’t happen, you might as well make it happen.
Mega top at 2 in the morning, with the circle and enough pot for the day, in a state of constant semi-consciousness.
Always good vibes, great food and hot people. One of those must-go places.
I recently moved into my apartment, which is where I’m going to be spending the next two years of college. I can’t really tell you how it is considering I’ve spent most of my time outside it (thus the delay in posting, just wait, there’s more coming) but I can tell you that it has been pretty chill for the most part.
For the most part.
Good Vibes and Better Coffee
I was having my coffee, to finish off a nice bowl of cereal. Staring out the window and distracting myself with my phone when suddenly, I hear a
CRACK, BAM WHOOOOOOSH.
Fuck. That was not a good combination of noises.
I look into the kitchen to see that my tap had decided to change ambitions, it wanted to be a fountain. Sadly, instead of projecting upwards, the water was being shot at an alarming rate horizontally.
I search on the floor (which was slowly becoming a kiddie pool) for tap, all the while trying not to get shot in the face by a streaming jet of water. I did find the tap, well most of it, I stuck the tap knob into the hole and it stopped.
It was done.
As I look around, assessing the damage, I hear a little shake.
CRACK, BAM, WHOOOOSH
This time, I stand the plugging the tap, calling my caretaker frantically, he shows up, runs upstairs and turns off the water supply. He then proceeds to get a knub thing which was optimal for that situation.
It was actually done.
You might need a mop, he says. (I should probably expect the water to be wet too…)
So as I start mopping away and thereby cleaning the place, I realized that there was a bright side to all this. Considering all my floor was covered in water, especially the kitchen. A lot the unexpected red dust suspended in the water seemed to make sense upon closer inspection.
I no longer have an ant problem.