Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Pity and The Beauty of Life

This how pity works for me:

Or this is how I do it.

And I think this is how Nietzsche used the word pity in his writings.

First: pity is a slight form of snobbery. People use pity as a way of saying, "Well, I'm better than that person because of this or that."

But I think we already know that.

I pity people in a general way, if their circumstances prove to be insurmountable.

As in, if I am walking down the street and meet a crack head who is telling me that he talks to God. To me that proves he is schizophrenic and beyond help. And I will give him two dollars to stay alive.

Now if I meet a poor person that goes to work at a factory or at a restaurant everyday and bitches all the time about their shitty life, but does nothing but spend a good portion of their money on weed and alcohol and watches television all day. I don't give them pity. I try not to give them any positive reinforcement.

This is why Nietzsche hated Christians and Christianity so much: Jesus in the Sermon on The Mount says that the poor are Blessed, that being poor and living a shitty little life is blessed.

And to be blessed, means God thinks that is great.

Which is giving positive reinforcement to living a shitty unhappy life.

There is this movie called The Battle for Algiers in which this group called the FLN tells the Muslim Algerians they shouldn't do drugs, they need to get themselves cleaned up. I think Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcom X did this during the sixties with the black population.

Which was basically saying, "If you keep behaving like poor fucked people, you will always remain poor fucked people."

I'm not saying that the poor person or person that doesn't have a nice house in the suburbs and a job with a salary with good benefits should go to school and become a marketing person for Nike shoes.

I'm saying that a person could do many things to make their life better. That it doesn't take much money to start a garden, to buy a cheap guitar, to buy a computer and write stories on it, to go to the library, to take short vacations out to the woods, to go swimming, etc etc.

But in America, the media's definition of the word "happiness" or "Enjoyment" isn't a personal hobby, isn't even "doing things." Happiness and enjoyment are what one owns. The ability to get something expensive and to show it off. This was in Requiem for a Dream the movie, I never read the book, but there is a guy that shows all his sweet stuff to the people who came over to visit. My mother has this cabinet in her house with a bunch of antique tea pots she made everyone look at who came over. I remember going to this upper middle class person's house and he threw a party in his huge garage and took every car out of the garage except for his 1968 Corvette.

An easy example would be, if you ask someone what perfume or cologne they are wearing, and instead of telling you the name of it, or where they got it, or why they like it, they tell you the price. Like the price is the only thing that matters.

I think this is one of the reasons why people don't really read anymore. It is because books don't cost a lot. And they are basically all the same price. People don't like to buy things that aren't necessities, that aren't in some way expensive. Or when they go to the book store they don't know what to buy because all the books cost relatively the same.

To be, currently I've divided people into two categories:

1. Those who hate life: people who hate life view their self-worth and other people's worth by what they own. By what they want to own. This worldview leads to nothing but to a long pointless life.

2. Those who believe that there is Beauty in life. A person that might sit outside and look at the moon, that might, hang out with the moon. That goes outside when the winter wind is blowing, and lets the wind hit them and loves it. That will go swimming at a public pool for two dollars instead of paying for an expensive in ground pool in their backyard so they can avoid sharing water with the rabble.

Last I was at a bar. Our assistant kitchen manager of seven years had his last day yesterday. A bunch of went to the bar to play pool and have a few last drinks. The kitchen manager who worked with him for years hugged him a bunch of times, and when the assistant manager left and was gone forever. She sat drinking crying and talking about how friendship was the more important thing in the world, basically repeating the phrase of an old Christian, “There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship.”