Quote: (03-30-2019 09:02 AM)Avoy Wrote:
Which naturally leads us to this:
I saw Monty Python's Meaning of Life on the verge of puberty and let me tell you, it wasn't so much as funny but horrifying. The intentional demystification of sex that you partly get here or more appropriately the scene about the schoolmaster talking about "vaginal juices" to a bored classroom. That punch-line keeps reverberating decades after I was squirming in my seat watching it (probably next to my parents). It was the blackest of black pills.
My point is that everyone starts out initially in life with a sense of wonder and anticipation of reaching this or that life goal. The pinnacle of this (IMHO) is indeed puberty when the prospect of sex is like unwrapping and playing with the ultimate toy.
As you go through life you begin to move the goalposts until you reach a mid-life crisis:
And you may find yourself (fill in the blanks)
And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?
There is a remarkable sameness in people's motivations. I understand the school of thought that says that we should all lead humble lives and not get too hung up on personal ambition, but for me, that pre-programmed sameness is a sure-fire way of making anyone feel like little more than a wind-up toy playing through a script.
The banality of "basic" motivations means everyone is judged by more or less a standard set of criteria: looks, money, status. But what happens if you do get the beautiful house and the beautiful wife? Well, the wife hits the wall, divorce rapes you, and you wind up living in a van...down by the river.
So I really think the goal of life is to find what else it is beyond those basic life goals you want to do that makes you feel special. And it's not for anyone else to judge what that is. It's a completely personal thing. What society deems worthy of respect almost always reflects the lowest common denominator, which is why the likes of Cardi B are a thing.