Mechanism Madness and Relationships

It’s a towering topic I’m going to attempt to lay down here so try and bear with me as I attempt to soften the old armor of sex and relationships. The world is becoming more and more tied together with itself and it becomes harder and harder to put world views into geographical categories. For example the Eastern worldview Vs. Western worldview, today there’s more Buddhist around the world than in China, and India together where it all started. World views and personal philosophies are in many ways more self derived, but with the advent of what I call the “Uber Marketing Age” the world again finds itself slipping into a deep indoctrination.

Who is this new god? He’s actually not that new but he has been recently upgraded to God 2.0. Though many in this nation pride themselves “spiritual” or “religious” largely western and increasingly eastern culture for many years has served at the whims of mechanics. The fact is more often now we are impressed not with nature or our part in it, but at mechanical innovation. Weather this comes in the form of a car, airplane, war machine, television, sound system, manmade structure, we revel not in the natural spiritual realm, but in some sort of shinier Tim Burton world we’ve created.

This leads us to a very Battlestar Galatica type dilemma when it comes to sex, dating, and intimate relationships. As much as we (especially men) have hard-ons for Terminators, Robo-cops, and Mutants on TV and the big screen we are in fact nothing of the kind. We have high tech tools to meet and hook up with people, yet the online scene is awash with frauds, whores, and perverts rendering them borderline useless to us. With a million ways to communicate with each other, we could tell the world everything it needs to know, instead we getting thumb tapping idle chatter. To top it off we then enslave ourselves to it by creating this internal desire to keep up with it. Let me tell you people the only guy that’s keeping up is the guy that’s making next quarters marketing scheme.

We have devolved into not monkeys fucking a football, more like elephants rimming a goalpost. It’s the same problem we’ve had since the inception of modern industrial warfare. Our technological sophistication is lights years ahead of our humanity and wisdom. If god was our parent in the material sense he’d take our toys away for 1,000 years. We largely don’t deserve the things we have technologically speaking. We’re wasting our lives consuming popular culture, and we never create our own identities. Interesting people are created by television executives not universities or the working class.

So you’re asking yourself so fucken what? What does that have to with sex and relationships? Everything and nothing at the same time, in reality they have nothing to do with your real relationships, but in your ability to meet new and actually interesting people it means everything. By viewing the world as a largely mechanical we fail to take into account the very human and biological consideration involved with it. For example you’re a girl and you’re not happy with your breast size. It’s understandable and there certainly is some truth to the fact that large hooters will increase the attention you get. What kind of attention and how much is completely dependent on a million other non-boob related items, but we’ll leave that stand by itself for now. Fact is almost 20% of boob jobs have some sort of complication. Some very real biological complication that chances are will profoundly affect your sex life and your self worth. Setting that aside consider simply eating better or working out, these things will definitely make you more attractive, but that’s an organic solution not a technological one so it’s not the choice made in many cases. We don’t believe in ourselves as biological beings anymore, but as some sort of fleshy machine with upgrade options
with men it can be the “shiny wars” and “Phallic contests” as I like to call them.

This is where men compete for female affection largely though the use of shiny things, diamonds, necklaces, cars, appliances, to name just a few of the shiny items in question. The Phallic contest is a guy who has to have mechanical cock extension of some sort to attempt to attract girls. This most commonly comes in the form of a retardedly large truck or an entirely too loud engine. There are other slightly less subtle forms of this, but the big truck small cock guy is definitely the most prominent. These are the perceived best roads to the mountaintop for the modern man. Long ago we largely caste aside the romantic interplay for over the counter dating. Man has lost his subtlety with women and now online dating is like fishing with dynamite. Just blast send another mountain of heaping misogynism and see what floats to the top. We have the tools but not the wisdom to utilize them in the proper fashion.

The most important thing in dating and relationships is not weather one can follow the steps of some fucken dating guide like assembling your lawn mower. The most important thing is the spirit in which you are pursuing your relationships. If you are genuine and honest about who you are and what you’re looking for you’ll have a much better chance of meeting the right person. Remember that the person on the other end is in fact a REAL person. They have the a lot of the same concerns and flaws we all have, and even if there page shows them as some super human rest assured the reality is much more mundane and human.

And finally to bring this conversation to the ridicules… Love. As the wise sage Forest Gump said “I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.” The more we try to box up and uniform love the more we strip it of it intrinsic wonderful nature. Even if you don’t know what love is ask yourself this what IS NOT love? Is love keyboards clashing, is it the new I-phone App, Is it 0-60 in 3 seconds, is it made of titanium with a polymer grip? Love no matter the bedroom hardware remains between two mammals with a slightly more developed upper lobe than the average bear.