im kinda bitter that i spent a lot of my life studying about the history of a culture that isnt even my own. i guess the stories are kinda cool. there can be some meaning behind the proverbs and parables,
but to immerse your whole way of life around it..... im kinda bitter.

what am i really trying to say....
i dont know... people just accept it because its popular, and pretty much imbedded in their culture.
but to see what that culture has done, and has become.... it sure doesnt seem to be anything.... great.

the only joy i get out of it now, is to notice allusions in everyday life toward this storybook.
art, writings, movies.... i recognize it and smirk.
its like when you get a joke that someone is telling, its really not that funny, but you understand it and let out a forced laugh just to allow others and yourself to be aware that you relate or understand.
whatever... i guess history's history.
but this is that kinda fictional fiction shit...
historical fiction, i guess is what its called.
...from way back in the day.

but theres nothing superspecial about this one. its not like other cultures dont also have the same stories,
its just that this one has been molded to somehow attract other cultures as a form of religion.
funny how it won out and branched.
powerful (smart) people knew how to manipulate it.
im sure you know the list... it goes on down through history.

alright. thats about all the boring shit i want to spew out about that subject right now.
im sure yall couldnt even handle that amount.

general statements get me in trouble, but...
i like blogger... it actually listens.
and for some reason, people pay more attention to the written word.
maybe because its fairly permanent therefore seemingly more important (?)
piss