Hello all eager readers!
Over two Ariman cups of tea and coffee, me and Aron had a conversation this afternoon. We talked about the passed times, regretting all our mistakes. Many of these stories included alcoholic beverages. We agreed that something has to be done. There is a strong glorification going on about the surge of alcohol. It seems to be a deep rooted epidemic spreading over the western civilization. In the mid-teens, Norse kids encourage each other in drinking beer, wine and liquor. Maybe this tradition dates back to our viking ancestors, maybe we have the forerunners of French decadence to thank for the never ending "Livet är en fest" mentality. Anyway, we mourned the many hours of the last five years or so we've lost fooling around with the likes of Dionysus. There could have been many fine things created in all those drunk and hangover hours. There never seemed to be a line we could cross, we could never go to far. It was all like some Hakan Hellstrom song, discotheques, trams and broken hearts all in a drunken HAZE!
As I just wrote, ART could have been produced. Instead our humor turned indifferent and internal. Our friendship became based around parties and getting drunk. We started measuring fun in how drunk you could get, how stoopid things you could do and still live. We simply forgot the original human spirit we once carried within ourselves since childhood. We never aimed at discovering our true artistic potential, and above all: we didn't interact with each other. In between parties each man huddled in his own trench, cutting of all IRL and sober contact with his friends. This seems a very21th century phenomenon, the computerized life extinguishing pure human fantasy.
Next weekend me and Aron will be arranging a banquet. The rules are simple: all guests are to be intoxicated by the ideas and dreams of the others. No booze in to be taken part of. Cooking exiting food, listening to good music and possibly watching a movie by the end of the evening will be enough to please the participants in this experiment. Our hope is that all concerned will agree that finding substitutes for alcohol is a fair existence. That the hard partying of the twenties will be replaced by true stimulus. That only having some drinks about once a month is a far healthier life, both for us and our wallets.
This is something to believe in. It may seem boring or even Christian to you people. But have yourselves a thinker. Listening to music while *not* stoned... if you get the picture. Sick and tired of this end- & useless intoxication. Let's try to set a good example!
//Frans, brooding deep inside what's left of my moral
Over two Ariman cups of tea and coffee, me and Aron had a conversation this afternoon. We talked about the passed times, regretting all our mistakes. Many of these stories included alcoholic beverages. We agreed that something has to be done. There is a strong glorification going on about the surge of alcohol. It seems to be a deep rooted epidemic spreading over the western civilization. In the mid-teens, Norse kids encourage each other in drinking beer, wine and liquor. Maybe this tradition dates back to our viking ancestors, maybe we have the forerunners of French decadence to thank for the never ending "Livet är en fest" mentality. Anyway, we mourned the many hours of the last five years or so we've lost fooling around with the likes of Dionysus. There could have been many fine things created in all those drunk and hangover hours. There never seemed to be a line we could cross, we could never go to far. It was all like some Hakan Hellstrom song, discotheques, trams and broken hearts all in a drunken HAZE!
As I just wrote, ART could have been produced. Instead our humor turned indifferent and internal. Our friendship became based around parties and getting drunk. We started measuring fun in how drunk you could get, how stoopid things you could do and still live. We simply forgot the original human spirit we once carried within ourselves since childhood. We never aimed at discovering our true artistic potential, and above all: we didn't interact with each other. In between parties each man huddled in his own trench, cutting of all IRL and sober contact with his friends. This seems a very21th century phenomenon, the computerized life extinguishing pure human fantasy.
Next weekend me and Aron will be arranging a banquet. The rules are simple: all guests are to be intoxicated by the ideas and dreams of the others. No booze in to be taken part of. Cooking exiting food, listening to good music and possibly watching a movie by the end of the evening will be enough to please the participants in this experiment. Our hope is that all concerned will agree that finding substitutes for alcohol is a fair existence. That the hard partying of the twenties will be replaced by true stimulus. That only having some drinks about once a month is a far healthier life, both for us and our wallets.
This is something to believe in. It may seem boring or even Christian to you people. But have yourselves a thinker. Listening to music while *not* stoned... if you get the picture. Sick and tired of this end- & useless intoxication. Let's try to set a good example!
//Frans, brooding deep inside what's left of my moral
2 kommentarer:
du har rätt.
en sak jag också är trött på är så fort man säger en tanke man har, en fantasi eller bara delar med sig av en idé som kanske är utöver det man vanligtvis pratar om så får man nästan alltid kommentaren "har du rökt på?" som om man inte kan tänka i andra banor utan påverkan. så himla snävt sätt att se livet!
uh. den dagen jag måste dricka etc för att få mina idér/roliga tankar kommer att vara dagen jag dör.
Vem anade att den kvällen skulle sluta med quiz, tvivelaktig paj och din syster i skägg. Så går det när man inte dricker!!
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