Today i bring a regular post. Not a comedic raging vent. Not a remorseful speech. Not a lesson on the correlation of mass, to gravity, as is concerned to the formation of planets from sub atomic debris from a supernova. Just an observation. This observation, is all about change, how it effects us, and how it affects us. Much the reason you, and I for that matter, am alive. For without change, there would be no evolution. Let us discuss, in depth, change.
Change is good.
To many of us familiar with Wayne's World, A young Mr. Garth Algar taught us that "Change is not good, we fear change" and that all mechanical hands that gain sentience should be smashed with hammers. While i agree with this, there is a great difference between chosen change, and forced change. With chosen change, we decide our path, look at our options, and place our destiny in our own solemn capable hands. This is the change that takes you from the teat, to a boy afraid of spiders, to a man with a fierce beard that is used to preform open chest heart surgery on non-anesthesia'd tigers. A raw man. Without change, you would have never decided to stop sucking tits, hating spiders, and sleeping all day because pimples sucked. Simply put, you changed into a better dude. You became who you wanted to be, and damned the world if they dont like it.
Change is bad.
Earlier today, i was watching a show on TLC. Mind you, that acronym used to stand for "The LEARNING Channel" and now stands for "Topographic Layouts of Crap". Now the show that was on was "What not to wear". If you are unfamiliar with it, good, I'm still a decent human in your eyes. If you are, well... I'm sorry i let you down. Anyway... In this show, they take a reasonably happy human being, look at them and say, "your a piece of shit, and look like you should be eaten by raptors.". The summarily they dress them up in "cool"(Read: Expensive) clothes, have someone do their hair, and someone do their makeup. Now... I'm not one to say that professional hair-doo-er guys, or makeup "artist's" are terrible at their craft, but check what happens next. They ask "ready to show the new YOU!!!!" to which she responds "Um... Not really...". "What?" they reply, and demand that she "Get out here!". She saunters out of the back room, clearly confused about her body, face, hair, and wardrobe.. They see this, see their work, and proclaim "Dont be sad! Look how beautiful you are", after a 15,000 makeover. I mean cmon chica, you coulda looked like this the whole time, if only you stoped being yourself, spent half a years salary on your looks, and chose the correct clothes to buy.
It made me sad. To see this woman, happy with who she is, to be torn down by stylist "experts" (i always thought style was a personal thing, not a science that you can receive a doctorate in) because she didn't wear makeup, or do her hair in a certain way. Then to see her change herself, to conform with there definition of beautiful and them proclaim "Now you're beautiful!". Beauty is not something you can buy. Its not something someone can give you. Beauty is certainly not a bunch a dicks slapping crap on your face, then seeing you self conscious saying "Look how good we think you are to our standards now!". End result, she changed to fit their molds, and is now miserable.
Final thought.
Change is what drives the universe to evolve. But this evolution is not on its own, its in constant pull and give with all other change, all over the universe, ALL THE TIME. Just because there are no natural predators to stylist, or magazine writers, does not mean their ideas evolved the predators away. Our ancestors did that, with knives, teeth, claws, bones, and their life's. Every time you read Cosmo, and take that advice, your punching a promethium in the face. Be yourself. Make NEW ideas, and make those who have their own fight for there prominence. Competition is the key to good change. Otherwise, in 5000 years, when the people of the future find an open your time capsule that you participate in during the second grade, and reorganize your DNA into a body from a eyelash that fell into it... You'll awake to a landscape of buildings shaped like Hannah Montannatron, and fast food restaurants that only serve pure 100% air burgers.
Don't say i didn't warn you.
This is a blog about stuff. Sometimes random, sometimes not. As the very nature of the universe, unyeilding and everchanging. This wins. P.S.: Be prepared for SMALL amounts of hyperbole.
