STUPIDITY AND WEAKNESS

stu·pid

Pronunciation:

\ˈstü-pəd, ˈstyü-\

Function:

adjective

Etymology:

Middle French stupide, from Latin stupidus, from stupēre to be numb, be astonished — more at type

Date:

1541

1 a: slow of mind : obtuse b: given to unintelligent decisions or acts : acting in an unintelligent or careless manner c: lacking intelligence or reason : brutish2: dulled in feeling or sensation : torpid <still stupid from the sedative>3: marked by or resulting from unreasoned thinking or acting : senseless <a stupid decision

stupidity

1 : the quality or state of being stupid

weak

2 a: mentally or intellectually deficient b: not firmly decided : vacillating c: resulting from or indicating lack of judgment or discernment d: not able to withstand temptation or persuasion <the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak>

weakness

1: the quality or state of being weak; also : an instance or period of being weak <backed down in a moment of weakness>2: fault, defect

It’s almost like Mondo doesn’t have to write anymore.

Sometimes he has to ride herd on his alter ego(ae). Sometimes his alter ego veers from the path and sojourns in areas that may elicit stupid behavior. It remains important to stay away from stupid people as well. Most Americans we meet-like 95% (Mondo gives slack here) seem repositories of stupidity. Their beliefs are deplorable and have done their share to limit us.

When ae does stupid shit and reminisces in stupid shitland, Mondo has to remind him of the pain this causes. He did some real dumb shit on MySpace yesterday and disrespected himself to some extent. He tossed a friend, who got hurt by the tossing.

When ae did his undergrad at Arizona State, it was a great party school. Ae had a lot of immaturity. He fucked a lot of women and ran to tell his friends so they could all revel in who they had humped. It seemed like this had more importance than the actual experience of fucking these young women. Ae fucked very well-alcohol and pot worked almost as well as middle age does now. Four women in a row proposed to him and while his ego felt massaged he politely declined and ran to tell his friends. He didn’t lie about who he fucked or any of the sordid details. Actually, most of the time he very much enjoyed these experiences and regretted telling his friends who mostly seem closed mouthed about their own. Today, we know that had to do with emotional insecurities and lack of self validation.

Now he may have fucked some things up that he thought he wanted to cultivate.

He doesn’t want to go to Seattle. He hates to fly and he’s worried that it will turn out boring as hell and tedious. There won’t be enough of what he really wants.

This posits. What does he want? Lots of different things and he knows the list well. He won’t share these things here except after he’s acquired them and used them up or absorbed them for energy value. He actually began to think pervasively about love again. That’s right you little cynical bitch-love. He knew this seemed occurring because he got very hateful.

In the darkness, that berates,

Showing the hardness and the coarse retorts,

The homicidal thoughts, the vile scenes in his mind; the human state in all its ugliness.

The pain that motivates to the darkness of cool unfeeling. The dagger stabbing the hated with a hand he manipulated in the quietude of night.

The pendulum of love and hate swings and the illusion of unconditional regard destroys.

Humans act like humans and we are the children who hate. We seek out the altruists, exposing them for their narcissism. We love and show our affection selfishly. We touch and possess. We possess and consume. We consume and excrete, rebirthing to devour.

We live.