An Activated Complex

I actually attack the concept of happiness. The idea that - I don’t mind people being happy - but the idea that everything we do is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, which is fear of sadness. It’s a really odd thing that we’re now seeing people saying “write down 3 things that made you happy today before you go to sleep”, and “cheer up” and “happiness is our birthright” and so on. We’re kind of teaching our kids that happiness is the default position - it’s rubbish. Wholeness is what we ought to be striving for and part of that is sadness, disappointment, frustration, failure; all of those things which make us who we are. Happiness and victory and fulfillment are nice little things that also happen to us, but they don’t teach us much. Everyone says we grow through pain and then as soon as they experience pain they say “Quick! Move on! Cheer up!” I’d like just for a year to have a moratorium on the word “happiness” and to replace it with the word “wholeness”. Ask yourself “is this contributing to my wholeness?” and if you’re having a bad day, it is.

— Hugh Mackay  (via exoticwild)

(Source: black-wolves)

Dad’s are weird sometimes

You know, I respect my dad and have always have, and even when he had faults, I attributed it more to time and old age than his own will being eroded, and tonight was a testament to that more than anything else.

My dad drinks a lot, and he always has, but more now than any other time in my life, and I’ve always been somewhat disappointing with that fact. This evening, though, he drank especially a lot (got into the tequila, ai ai) and after fumbling around the house for a little bit, he challenged me to an arm wrestling match (something he has done on previous occasion) and when, upon beating him, he confessed to me all the things I had wanted to hear from a father; that he was concerned for me, that he wanted to be there and talk with me but that his shyness was getting in the way of him communicating that. He cares about my success, but he doesn’t understand how I, and much of my generation, can be so willy-nilly about money and success when he works hard to earn over 100,000$ a year. His drunkenness allowed me to finally see and hear what had been plaguing him for so long… although, I guess it could be his will alone that needed to be coaxed into the right environment to finally let it all out.

Either way, I’m more glad than I am disappointed.

I just hope the next time this sort of thing comes up is when he’s mostly sober.


So I’m kind of getting fed up of being greeted with hundreds of reblogs by my friends who add nothing to the post that they’re reblogging. Its one thing to post something to your tumblr in hopes to share and/or discuss about it and it’s another to “like” a post and display it as such. I would much rather people post a personal position on a post, especially one about such issues as feminism, gender equality, human rights and morality, so that you’re not just assuming the opinion of someone you agree with but rather adding upon or advancing this opinion. Adding to it is important to me, so as to not become someone who advocates without saying a word. 

this is perfect.






women are better than men = misandry

men are better than women = misogyny 

men and women are equal = feminism

Thank. You.

everyone is equal but also shit = misanthropy,

harsher penalties for parole violaters, and world peace = misscongeniality

Everyone’s equal when they’re dead = lesmiserables

men and women are equal = FUCKING EQUALITY YOU ASSHOLES.