Has everyone heard of the Matthew Good Manifestos? no? well, you should. Go to www.matthewgoodband.com and read them. However, after doing so, you really ought to come back here, and read MY manifestos (I can't be more creative with the name). The first one's done now, so here goes! Manifesto - September 1999 The Thinking Disease

It's a disease..
Thinking, that is.. and once you start, there's no cure.. If ignorance is bliss, then 'tis folly to be wise. i think mark twain said that. He was a wise man. His folly, i suppose. I've caught the thinking disease. Philosophizing is the worst, and i've got that symptom too. Its a sickness of the brain, it drives you insane. Getting into paradoxes is the worst. For instance - normality. If normality doesn't exist, then no one can be abnormal. And if no one is abnormal, then everyone must be normal. But Normality doesn't exist... see where i'm going with this one? that's what i mean. You get caught up in paradoxes, and all hope is lost. No one here is getting out alive. Once you pop, you can't stop.
It's entirely possible that i'm making no sense whatsoever. I just started thinking, and that led to writing, and inevetably that will lead to posting, cause thats what i do. Then again, how would you know if this was nonsense.. i might be making the most perfect sense anyone could make, and you'd never know, cause you don't live inside my head. Only me, and the little voice, live in here.
You know the little voice. The one that always tells you not to do something really stupid? yeah, that one. Well, mine's defunct. He OD'd a few months ago, and just hasn't been the same since. Me and him were getting along just fine, and suddenly he just stopped working. So i've been getting along without him, cause if i listen to him i'm screwed. But it ain't easy. I drink too much, and i'm starting to forget that morals have reason to exist. And now.. Now i've started thinking. And we all know how bad that is.. It's a disease, you see.
I watched Pink Floyd's 'The Wall' not too long ago. And it got me to thinking even more. Damn them. But i was thinking.. There are walls, everywhere. We put up so many walls in our lives. I suppose the movie was probably talking about conformity. All in all we're all just bricks in the wall. Break down the wall. Be yourself? But if you've been a brick all your life, how can you just stop.. At least a brick in a wall is usefull. I've seen bricks from broken down walls. They lie on the ground not doing much of anything except lying there. You need to conform to something. If you don't conform to the majority, then you try to make a new majority by conforming to the anti-conformists. Its somewhat better, because the 'non-conformists' are usually more intresting in general. But it very few go out on their own entirely. And of the ones that do, how many turn out like the unabomber, or some other form of psycho? and how many fade away into non-existance? There may be a few that shine, creative talents that seperate themselves from society and create, think, philosophize, and then come back and try to show us the way. And of the ones that aren't ignored, most of them become Martyrs. Like Jesus. But even he had his disciples.
There are other walls, though. The walls we build around ourselves, for instance. How many people have you let inside your walls? not many. Because then they'd see the real you, the you that you're afraid, deep in the core of you, will scare them off. Because it scares you, to have this person living inside you. Or maybe that's just me. There are other walls, even. Walls within you, keeping you from seeing who you really are. Because if we all knew ourselves completely, there would be chaos. That's my theory, at least. If everyone knew completely who they were, most of society would become unneccesary, and therfor crumble. The suicide rate would increase exponentialy. The meaning of life seems to be understanding, and if you understand yourself, then there isn't much left to learn. So know do you understand, how thinking is a disease? There are cures, but most of them lead to a worthless life, or worse (depending on your perspective) death. So if the cure is worse than the disease, then what's the point? Thinking is a disease i'm glad i caught. At least this way, my eyes are open to life.
Can you say the same?