Existential Musings in a Second Story Bedroom.

Humanity is a funny thing. As long as we’ve been here, we’ve always wondered “Why?”. “Why are we here? What purpose does our existence serve? Would you like some fries with that?”

And so we spend a lot of time wondering about things that we:
A.) Obviously don’t have an answer to, and
B.) Historically, have been really bad at answering.

I mean, honestly, the great ancient Philosophers (Aristotle, Plato, Socrates, and Captain Underpants) have all had their battles with these questions, with no side seeming to come out victorious. I doubt that we will ever truly be able to win the war. “But Jorge, we have better weapons, and strategies, and cool looking posters!” Yes, we do. But so do they.

My point here is not to try and answer these questions. This is not my place (at least not now, anyway). I’m also not trying to deter anyone else from pursuing these answers. I am simply trying to address the fact that these questions are there. Remember, this blog isn’t for you, it’s for me. (Another funny thing about humanity: as much as we like to think that we are all good by nature, evil still exists, and so does simple bad, such as being selfish.)

I also have those questions, those doubts, fears, and ideals, that seem to come out whenever I ponder the immensity, complexity, and purpose of our universe. In the grand scheme of things, why does it matter what I do? Why will it matter that I’m here and not there, or that I’m here at all? In reality, maybe it won’t.

Now, don’t get discouraged! If this post isn’t all that funny, I can hopefully get away with it at least attempting to be uplifting.

The whole purpose of what we do probably won’t matter in the “Grande Scheme of All Things”, but we don’t know what the “Grande Scheme of All Things” is. Those are just a bunch of words to us. We live in our own, immediate, universe. And our immediate universe is directly affected by what we do. But that’s only a single way of looking at it.

We also exist on one of the biggest things we all know and can relate to: the Earth. The awesome thing about the Earth is the Butterfly Effect: that one small thing can grow in size and become something much greater. (Like the wings of the butterfly flapping, causing hurricanes on the other side of the planet, which we all know is what causes hurricanes.) So in that sense, all the things we do affect someone or something else, so everything we do is important. This might not work out in the “Grande Scheme of All Things”, only because butterflies don’t live in outer-space (as far as we know…).

So continue to live, and think about why what we do matters, and such. Sorry about such a late post, and such a not-humorcentric one, either. But I thought this was something interesting. Give me feedback, and stuff. Hopefully stuff. Peace!…

(How to Write a Blog Post)


The topic (in the title!) kind of explains the post, and considering how many articles (and such), there must be on the topic (somewhere, right?), I thought I’d take a different approach.

So, while there might not need to be any sort of structure, necessarily, there are certain things we do need. When I write, I like to hook my audience right away. (Read the very first line again…) I think you need to get a person’s attention before you can truly maintain it.

“But what do you do with a person’s attention once you have it, Jorge?” Whatever you want. Or in this case, whatever I want.

So, I had a dream I was in a dubstep video. It was horrible. There were two dudes, one dressed like Michael Jackson, and the other in a straight-jacket, and they were bleeding, and dancing, and torturing small animals, and then one started turning into smoke, and the other started doing something weird, I don’t even remember. I’m pretty sure I woke up out of breath and sweating. It was weird. And what made it weird was that the background was like a really green, open field with a beautiful, blue sky during the day time. It really messed with me.

See, that wasn’t so hard. Random stories help carry along the overall message of what you’re trying to get across. That’s another thing, have something you’re trying to give the audience. In this case, a bunch of nonsensical and ridiculous advice on writing a blog. Not that I encourage you all to write a blog, necessarily. Mostly because it isn’t all that great. This is also mostly just to fill another post, for another day, but I also want to explain my “process”, whatever that means…

And so, also include media. People love to hear, watch, and see things. So to conclude this post, everybody’s favorite rapping father, straight out of RJHS, Father Steele.

After thoughts:

Well, there that was. How does that compare to the first post? Leave comments, share with friends, etc.  Cool.  Peace!

What is this, I don’t even…?

So, this here, users of the internets, is a blog. But not just any blog, it is a Magical blog. Here, woodland sprites and ogres, and the weird goat-leg things from Narnia all come together to gang up on all the poor, otherwise normal, creatures of the universe. Why? Because logic says they have to.

But logic is kind of a douchebag. So we ignore it when it tries to bully and peer pressure us into doing things we don’t want to. “Jorge, where are you going with this post?”, you might ask. To be completely honest, I’m not sure. Maybe this is just all my frustrations and unused ideas taking on a physical manifestation in the form of words. Maybe I’m doing this all for reasons which Freud would say are to release all of my inner anxieties. Yeah, maybe this is therapeutic.

And maybe the earth isn’t hollow and full of islands of licorice in an ocean of lemonade. We can’t deal with ALL the hypotheticals here, people! The point is…..okay, so imagine the movie Inception. This is just like that. Except, nothing like that.

Side note: Inception doesn’t mean a dream within a dream. Inception is the beginning, the start, the birth of something, which in the movie is the birth of an idea in a person, the very thing the guys worked so hard to replicate, to emulate, to synthesize, to do within the mind of the rich, hopeless, young millionaire with daddy issues in the movie. But whatever. I digress…

I enjoyed this. Maybe this can be a thing I carry on for a while. Or maybe it’ll die, like Audrey II should’ve if Seymour wouldn’t have fed it. (Horrible analogy to make, by the way.) Now, I shall hopefully see you all again, for another…whatever this is. Peace!