The Filo

The best kind of comedy is the kind when you never see the punchline coming.  It can start by just doing a two minute job and completely forgetting about it as opposed to it being constantly there.

I had being meaning to email Phil O’Brien at the Saturday night program with a  request for awhile. On the Tuesday I finally did it and and promptly forgot about it. On the Saturday nite while doing the dishes i heard Phil mention joining the F/B group, i took it as an invitation and joined. Shortly after i realized that the song ( i was going ) to request was there. Speculation included that there was an algorithm that picked up on the song, or just maybe someone else knew about it. I didn’t even think that it was me who sent the request. The F/B group was reasonably active and i began to get involved. It was shortly before the song got played that i posted a humorous comment regarding  Phil’s post of some marshmallow biscuits.

It was shortly after this exchange that Phil announced this… ‘This next request is for Tim Firth who is having the time of his life on F/B at the moment, it’s The Dead South’s   In Hell i’ll be in good company” from the album called The Dead South. It took me by such a surprise that all i could do was laugh and stare at Pippilo and ask if he could believe what just happened. I didn’t bother me that it was just me to listen to it and there was no recording, that is how it goes, i heard it and thats’ all that mattered. i was stunned that the request was for me. It was only later that i realized i had sent the email that started the whole  thing off

The final thing to happen was the computer froze just after i sent a thank you post to Phil on F/B. It was as if the experience was complete and there was going to be no more interactions. No need for a look back it was there and enjoyed it all.

I recently spent a small amount of time at a little persons birthday party and some time watching the Weetbix triathlon…for little people.
It was probably the most depressing thing i could have done. Spending the afternoon with religious people would be more entertaining as at least i could reveal the dark desperate ideas that they try soo hard to compress down.
But what i did do was spend some time with a little person who was turning five and their proud parents and grandparents. I left as soon as other parents began turning up and more little people began arriving. The gap between parents of any nature and someone like me is a world apart. They have filled their biological yearning to procreate and will spend the next few decades either wishing they never had or excitedly watching their little person grow up in the hope they will be someone in a world filled of nobodies.
They will not understand the responsibility of their actions to introduce a human into the world that will have to deal with the desperate end of childhood when they realize they will die. From then on in the game becomes about creating a paradox that “lightens the load” of the mental burden that must be endured as a species that has moved away from nature, never to return.
Maybe if they took their “little person” into a mall and “disappeared” leaving them to their own devices, what do you think would happen??
Would they end up crying in the corner????

Or would they make the distinction of physical reactions to terror and the fact that they need to remain relaxed to get out of a bad situation.
If they heard their description being called out over the intercom would they be annoyed that they couldn’t make it back by themselves.

For here is a task that separates the individuals from the herd, the ability to remain calm at the age of four, when in a city mall, the little person has gone the wrong way, up an escalator and into a dept store, only to find themselves lost.
When reunited all Ma was able to say was “stay with us” a look of coldness in her eyes, maybe she was disappointed that my reaction was not to be expected.
But then who can guarantee the right reaction will be produced.

This blogs name comes from my “little persons” middle name Filo. It is Italian for child. They say that childhood is over when the human realizes they will die. Here in starts one of the most important cognitive formulations the human brain undertakes, to create a paradox so as to rationalize the concept. (in psychology it is called cognitive dissidence)    With this blog i intend to cover a variety of ideas and current topics of a national and international nature, with a personal focus on the tragedy of human nature. If readers are aware of writers such as  Thomas Ligotti , Peter Wessel Zapffe, Friedrich Nietzsche, Anton Lavey, Joseph  Stiglitz then at some point there will be something in here for you.

 

 

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