Ain't No Rest For The Wicked - Cage The Elephant 

Beck - Loser

Sublime - Santeria

Can - Vitamin C

Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears - Mustang Ranch

Fleetwood Mac - The Chain

TOP TEN SEXIEST GUITAR SOLOS O.A.T.

The Beans - Life's Luxuries

Blondie - Atomic

Modest Mouse - Edit the Sad Parts

my absolute favorite song from my absolute favorite band

The XX - VCR

Minks - Funeral Song 

is2g I’m just gonna use this hellsite to share moosic

class is over

it's time to shitpost

GROWING UP IS GETTING OLD

Nothing hits harder than the crushing realization that your childhood or youth is indeed coming to an end. Finding joy in the most trivial things becomes harder to complete, and you find yourself getting worked up over pettier things that may or may not even concern you. I’m talking about the struggles of growing up and facing facts we’d rather not face in the first place. We’ve all been victims to that godawful feeling when you must say farewell to the friends you’ve made across your years as they move on in search of a better future. It’s akin to the sinking feeling of betrayal and regret. You damn well know it’s not their fault, and in fact you should be cheering them on… yet why do we think so selfishly? It’s rather peculiar how we feel sorrow and betrayal when your friends move on to improve their own lives. We really should be happy for them since they’re taking steps towards achieving their own goals, and as amazing and fun as it may sound, there’s no way in hell we’ll all be able to stick together forever.

At some stage, we’ve got to let people go, for better or for worse. Preferably the former. This means setting them free in a way, so that they may better themselves as they likely won’t be able to grow up if we anchor them down and force them to stay put. This could also mean cutting off the more toxic people from your lives who will anchor you down and prevent you from living life the way you intend to.

But why am I complaining about all of this? Surely there must be some reason behind this unwarranted bitching. It’s likely that we’ll find ourselves questioning the decisions we have made as well as the decisions we will make more often as we mature... if that’s what you want to call it. I’d prefer to dub it as the transitional phase between vibrant youth and bitter old fart. It’s really not good to question everything you’ve done, especially since it’s all in the past. Instead you should focus more on learning from those mistakes. Mistakes which probably constitute ninety percent of your high school blunder years.

Recently I’ve found myself thinking about the past more often than I should. t’s more important to focus on what’s ahead, rather than what’s already been done. If you keep worrying about what’s already happened, then there’s a fat chance you won’t be able to stop whatever’s going to come next. Sure, it’s good to reminisce and think back for the sake of nostalgia, but if we’re stuck trying to relive or recreate memories from our old glory days then we’ll never be able to make progress. In the end, progress is all that counts.

I’ve also realized that I may have been growing backwards all this time; regressing almost - desperately trying to emulate my previous behavior, complete with all the careless drinking, the heavy smoking, the ceaseless wallowing: indicators of a man who simply reveled in his own sorrow. Pathetic. One of the things that shocked me was the fact that it took me so long to realize, and too many things had to happen in order for me to finally understand what’s going on in the cesspool of drama and shit that is my life. However, what shocked me the most was the fact that I was going full steam ahead, blissfully unaware that I was facing the wrong direction the entire time. Now that really rocked my boat.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not depressed or pessimistic in the slightest. Delusional, maybe. If anything, my ego would take up three fifths of our solar system if manifested in physical form; it should be a crime to be so arrogant. But of course, this post isn’t about me. It’s about the message.

I spent a lot of that night wallowing in self pity, suddenly thinking back at things that should’ve been left alone.That night, I realized I’ve been making mistakes left and right the whole time throughout my high school years, asking myself “What was the point?” to most of the things I’ve done in the past. In reality, I shouldn’t have been wasting my time obsessing over what’s already happened. Instead, I should have focused more on what’s important. To most, that would include studies and the pursuit of happiness.  Without realizing this, it is very possible to lose track of yourself and end up getting stumped and sidetracked by self-imposed barriers such as hesitation or regret. It’s quite possible that we’ve all had similar experiences, such as a sudden sense of clarity hitting you harder than a ten-ton truck hurling towards you at Mach 4. We’ve either had, or will experience the crushing realization that eventually we must lose something precious to gain something new.

At first, it seems as if living comfortably and refusing to grow up is much easier for all of us. I’m sure we’d all prefer having fun as opposed to facing our responsibilities. Unfortunately for us, we must chin up and accept all these unwanted, uncomfortable and unexpected changes, and as shitty as it may sound, it’s how the world works. If everything was all peaches and gravy, then we’d never truly experience joy and success since we’d always take it for granted.

I guess you could say that if life were some sort of soup and joy was the broth, then the problems along the way would be the spices to make it all worthwhile. Our experiences, hardships and errors are what separates us from everyone else so it’s important that we learn from the blunders we make along the way.

SIGMUND FREUD: TRENDSETTER

Nothing’s more shocking than discovering the truth behind your type. Today, we learned in class that people have the tendency to fall for those who remind them of their parents. Naturally, my first instinct was to gag. Freud would have a field day if he caught wind of this. You can almost picture his coked-up skeleton just hopping out of the grave to shout at the top of his lungs “I told you so!”. If the thought of dating someone eerily similar to your mother wasn’t off-putting enough, you’ve also got to face the fact that you’ll end up living with the very same person should things go well during the dating phase of your relationship. Still, it’s not entirely impossible.

Shortly after class ended, I caught myself thinking about what my type was exactly and before I knew it, I began listing traits my mum didn’t embody. It might be because I find myself identifying with my mother more than I do my father, and dating somebody who possessed the same traits she did would be a lot like dating a mirror image of myself. Now I’m not sure about you, but I don’t think I’m strong enough to endure more than five minutes of my own company. I’d definitely avoid myself if I could, but sadly that’s not how the world works.

On the other hand, I don’t think I’d be able to date a woman who reminds me of my dad. For starters, I’m not too sure what dating someone with a stubble would be like. Truth be told, my only concern is that she’d be able to tell better dad jokes than me, and I’ve been preparing for this role all my life. They’re the kind of jokes that are only funny if you’re the one telling them. I don’t think I’d have too much fun if I was on the receiving end, forced to hear them on a daily basis. With that said and done, I don’t think I’ll be dating anyone who reminds me of my parents anytime soon.

CHIVALRY ISN’T DEAD, MUCH TO OUR DISMAY

Nothing’s more jarring than the realizing that men are simply expected to do certain things. In my childhood I was raised to be chivalrous, even if I didn’t know what the word meant at the time. My parents taught me that I should always hold the door open for girls, or treat them to meals, even offer to take them home after an outing just so that they’d feel safe and special. I never truly bought it, of course. I hated the thought of treating girls differently from boys, but it became harder for me as I matured and underwent puberty. It was at this time where I began to see a strange divide between the two genders - as if men and women were completely different species. 

As embarrassing as it is to admit, I actually put in more effort around girls to seem more gentlemanly, and I’d vehemently deny it whenever someone actually called me one. It felt good at the time, but it didn’t take long for me to realize how unfair it was to treat only one gender so specially. Instead of stopping, I started being chivalrous to my male associates as well. It was, for lack of a better word... odd at first, but I grew accustomed to it as the years progressed. The fact that men were expected to put women on a pedestal seemed really strange to me. It still does, actually. I’d like to think the world would be a better place if we cast aside the concept entirely and instead just focused on being nicer to each other, regardless of gender.

This might be more of a personal story, seeing as it happened back in Vietnam, but I used to hear stories of how some of our female classmates tended to gravitate towards one specific person because he was nice. To those who might not know him, this would be a fair claim. Unfortunately for us, we did know him. We all knew him. We knew him as this insufferable little snot-goblin who manipulated his friends and treated his peers like dirt. Though it took longer than expected, people began to see him for who he truly was, and honestly, I’ve never seen people befriend each other over their mutual hatred for someone so quickly before. It’s just so much easier to judge a person’s character by the way they treat their equals as opposed to how they treat their superiors.

part 2