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Navid — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 21:52:28 +0000

Life is so unfair. Why do we have to make all the most important decisions of our life so early on? It’s just asking for trouble. You know what else I think? I think a working relationship is easy. That’s what makes it working — the fact that it’s easy. I don’t understand how some people think that relationships are hard work. And they take hard work. They take sacrifice and devotion. That’s what they say. I say bullshit. We’re all working everyday of the week, I don’t want to work when I come home. That’s why we call it home and not work. I don’t leave work and go to work. Right? I’m crazy, huh? Crazy fucking right.

Love, is it just biology?

Navid — Sun, 25 Sep 2005 23:38:56 +0000

If it’s one thing I adore, it’s a good quote. I ran across this quote on someone’s facebook profile, so I am unsure of it’s original author but sources hint that it’s a fellow goon.

“Realize that falling in love with someone is just the result of a series of generic events that can occur between you and basically anyone who meets your standards of attractiveness. It’s just an emotional manifestation of a handful of chemicals bouncing back and forth. It’s not the holy grail of living, it’s not your reason to exist and it’s definitely not something reserved for “that one person.” Accept that you are just an animal with a big brain that allows you to fret over what only amounts to a game of hormone pool. What you’re feeling is not your soul dying a gurgling, ugly death, but withdrawal. All the happy chemicals that saturated your body when you were with her are kicking out cold turkey, and your body is screaming ‘Bloody murder, where are my fucking endorphins?’ It’s just chocolate. Find a new bar.”

Update: The original author of this quote is ’666′ from SA. Many thanks to Serrath for pointing it out to me. Nevertheless, the quote is definitely legendary.

Adieu. Navid.

The Fork in the Road

Navid — Thu, 20 Jan 2005 20:55:10 +0000

I spent the better half of my childhood trying to extradite myself from relationships and friendships which were full of unkind words and unnecessary jokes. Years later I find myself in the same predicament; constant putdowns served as the daily dish and hurtful words disguised as comical relief. The exceptional abhorrence that is my plight is directly related to the preemptive assumptions of inferiority which seem to incessantly guide me astray from my destined path. Ignorance or not, the epiphany is all the same. I am very much tired of being shackled by what I consider to be a myriad of paltry discussions among my peers and often times the academic. These mere futile and stagnant circumstances have really put me on edge. I definitely believe in myself and in those selected individuals around me. I’ve long held the belief once so delicately quoted as great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events and weak minds discuss people. I am an overseer of ideas and future potential. I don’t want to be just another nobody. I only look forward to a time where I can look back and see this as the fork in the road…

I shall not succumb to mediocrity but for my ultimate success you must.

Adieu. Navid.

Inner Philosophy

Navid — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 03:19:18 +0000

So I don’t care. Is that really so bad? I never tell people that I will see them, yet inexplicably I find that several of my friends routinely become peeved with my lack of apparent effort towards maintaining contact. I am my own best friend. You can analyze it all you want (I know I have…) and say that I have a human trust complex or an obsession with self-reliance bordering on unhealthy…but that’s who I am: take it or leave it. Perhaps I do secretly romanticize the notion that I do not need others in the way others seem to need each other…but perhaps I don’t. It is a bit odd though…I am not lonely in the sense I wish I had more friends or that sort of thing, as I have never had problems finding and losing friends. I am not even lonely in the typical sensitive-male longing for their true love sense anymore either. I feel somewhat stranded from all of humanityâ€¦removed from the workings and mechanisms that we all live by, and consequently I am removed from people in generalâ€¦at least in my own perception (but isn’t that all that matters?). Does everyone have an overly-analytical inner-dialogue that seems to circle and follow them incessantly through the day, never ceasing for even a moment’s rest? Do others secretly create self-aware explanatory models of the working world in order to perhaps one day fit the pieces together? Do others even care that the pieces exist? Would I care if they cared? Will any of it matter…for all of my high and mighty ideals and ideas will I even be able to hold on to them through the dullness created by the routine of my daily life. If I push you away, I can never let you down. If I push you away, I can never make you cry. If I push you away, I’ll be safe from the complications of human interaction that simultaneously seem to terrify and fascinate me so much. If I push you awayâ€¦not even I can fuck things up.

Adieu. Navid.