Friends With Benefits

 


  When your co-workers find out that you own a vehicle that will fit the new love seat that they have to have inside of their own minds, you suddenly become a friend with benefits. Normally these are the same people who have problems remembering your exact name: like if your name is Brad they still some times call you Brian. All of a sudden you are the source for all of their answers. 

 It has been years since your worth has been valued this much....maybe not since the day that your were born and proved to be healthy with all of your fingers and toes. The first natural tendency is to basque in the glory of being something to somebody, when those two seconds are over with, you move on to protecting your time, your property, and your lifting capability. These are all the things expected in exchange for a few nice words and a quick smile. All of a sudden your life is filled with things that are more important than feeding starving children in Calcutta like Mother Theresa...you call this 'washing your hair' or 'house sitting your neighbors elderly cat with bowl problems', also known as anything that sounds plausible and can't be found out to be a bold faced lie. 

Some people would say why not just tell the truth and tell your co-worker that you are not interested in using your gas, your time, and your muscle to lug a two seat couch up a flight of stairs because you are waiting for them to evicted instead because of all the other things you have heard coming out of their mouth. As much joy as it is verbally slapping people in the face, house sitting a fake neighbors cat with bowl problems is starting to feel so much better than 'hells bells no way and here's why...'.

 Then there are those who can't take a hint, a tip, or a guided tour to the answer of 'no'. They beg, they nag, they stalk, they know when and where you will be because you both work at the same place. This is when you start to feel like Mother Theresa even though you have done nothing to help anyone, you too have fought the devil in the name of oppression and have won the daily battle in the name of good against evil. Based on the amount of whining, begging, and daily pleas of need, you are almost positive that those starving children in Calcutta complained less. This is when you reaffirm to yourself that adults are suppose to take care of themselves and that you are not the only person in the USA with a vehicle that can move a love seat. Now you are just waiting out the siege.
  Eventually this person should move on to someone else...theoretically. Or you get promoted because your boss is impressed by your new dedication to your job as way to stay as busy as you publicly claim to be and then really don't have time for any of your former goofing off....maybe you should have moved the couch....at least then you could still goof off.

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Life Is Art

Art is a place that my mind can go to escape and what eyes get lost in reflect what my soul is feeling. There are days when straight lines with slowly fading colors are what I am, a bright cloudy area with a solid border. Art is a place where I can almost play pretend, except what I am playing with and making is real. If I am coloring in a conceptual art piece, I am finding the light and dark spaces and turning them into my own mosaic, I am the creator, I am the owner of my work. Art is life.



Art can be a mathematical rubix cube of exact lines, colors, and calculation of composition. Yet there is a leap of faith and a master touch when the small dots are mixed, layered, and dabbed together making paint on a canvas look like a digital photograph. The bible quotes itself three times saying that man believes himself to be a god (not thee God), but a god who has mastered something in this world. So then it would be fair to say that artists have become the gods of our age, the people who are willing to create so that our souls have something to relate to. This could go back to sheep needing shepherds, leaders and followers, decision makers and those who don't like making decisions; there are clear lines as to who is who and what people are not willing to do. There are the art makers and the art buyers, there are those who make piles of garbage and call it 'art' and then there are those who buy 'art' for millions of dollars. Sometimes the art really was made from recycled materials and some times it is a picture of Kim Kardashian's ass, and it all sells for more money than I make in a week.



Art is the spiritual stimulant that we are missing from our daily lives. Art is movies, art is writing, art is naked (or porn, youtube), art is when we rely on other people's genius to replace our own boredom with their ideas. We want to feel something, we watch a movie, we want to find arousal, we watch/read naked things, we want inspiration, we watch Dr. Phil create a 30 minute segment out of psychology, rhetoric, manipulation, and camera angles. We want to rejoice when the dumb teenager agrees to live in a rehab center, we want to pity their weak parents who found the courage to admit their faults on national television, while all of this is spread over the glass television canvas. It may not be the still flat art of Rembrandt, Monet, or Da Vinci, but the only difference is that it is moving at the same speed of the soul and not slowing it down. For this reason I can honestly say that our society is spiritually hyperactive to a point that it will never recover and addicted to itself.  

   



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