Robinson 8 Bit Remix - Spitz
2guhh i'm sick again guh fuuck everything is aching and i feel like a little bitch for not wanting to stand up guuh
welcome to another wonderful episode of "eggo covers a super-popular japanese song that nobody in the west besides him cares about"
i had a topic in mind for this description earlier this week but between the all-nighter i pulled recently and being sick i fucking completely forgot what i wanted to talk about, so it probably wasn't that important. i believe, then, that we might need to be calling in an old friend of the show - hit it, random topic generator:
"Do you believe in soul mates?"
heavy one, mister random topic generator - raises a lot of questions around pre-determination/destiny and can carry some hard-to-swallow implications. i guess, because it's a yes-or-no question, i could just answer in a one word statement, but what would this show be if not the expounding of my schizophrenic opinions on things set to chiptune? the long and short of my answer is 'i mean, i guess - i feel like i'm not the best authority on the topic; ask your dad or something". just statistically (not based on ratio), every pot has a lid. does that mean that all lovers are soulmates? - no. does that make lovers who aren't soulmates inferior or bad? - also no. i have a hard time believing that people are destined to meet - hell, i have a hard time buying that anything is destined to happen. i don't like pre-determination; it's a notion which negates the strength of one's spirit in favor of just going "well this was meant to happen and everything'll either work out in my favor or it won't" as if one doesn't have the power to control their domain. things fall in to place sometimes (and that might be intervention, but that's another talk for another day), but just because they do or they don't doesn't mean one still doesn't have the authority over their lives to go out and make shit happen. from a theological (or even just generally monotheistic) standpoint, it also just completely fucking eliminates the point of the autonomous individual seeking (read: returning to) god, which makes sullen and apathetic the heart because of that fundamental misunderstanding of the point of religion. anyways, soul mates: i totally think that some people are, in some way, inherently compatible, if that's the question. is that the question? my mind keeps going to "why would someone believe in soul mates if they didn't or otherwise weren't able to participate in having a soulmate", which is why i went on that short anecdote about the importance of realizing that pre-determination is fucking nonsense and that reality is a step off from being basically whatever you want it to be. [tangentially related note: i'm not all-in on solipsism yet (mostly because it becomes hard to determine accountability of morality basically immediately), but the more i think about it, the more i don't mind it.] so the real question is "is love worth it if you aren't with your soulmate?", which is honestly one of the most terrifying ideas ever proposed because of the density of people present in any life (notice how i didn't say 'density of people who exist' - these are two different statements). of course, this relies on the premises that soulmates are real, good, and attainable, but assuming those things can be proven, 'is it worth it otherwise?' then, is something that is indeed scary as fuck. the symposium addresses love (love as something that is not present/missing; that longing is where love comes from (this supports the schizo notion i've proposed that the concept of nothing beyond all is the only real desire and truth)) and does kinda confirm that soul mates are a thing.
i dunno. the big thing for me is that i don't want to partake in something that i don't fully understand - that's probably why so many descriptions on this channel are just me outlining and learning basic lessons about humanity for myself in a way that makes sense to me, because things at face value make no fucking sense. i've been trying to understand humanity better. does this kind of mentality make me a stubborn jackass? maybe, possibly, i don't fuckin' know. odds are that you reading this probably have a way more realistic and grounded-in-experience/reality view on this subject that doesn't rely on schizophrenic half-logic blabber that sounds like it was written by a big green alien. maybe i am a big lumbering green alien irl and you just don't know beep boop beep brrrr whabalabobapbabab bleep babingobimbinbilalabap :) [translation: i am a big lumbering green alien :)]
this entire description was written while i was listening to tsunami by southern all stars on repeat. great song. being ass-blasted by a cold and wrapped in a blanket writing this while that is playing is an otherworldly level of comfy. fitting song, ain't it? check back in next week for another southern (adjacent) cover - naminori johnny by keisuke kuwata. be there!!
have a wonderful day, gentlemen. god bless.