This doesn't seem very fun. I'm not exactly sure how I stumbled upon it, but I can assure whoever is reading this that I wasn't searching for sex journals and that I certainly do not read New York magazine. Now I'm not sure if this was self-dubbing or an editor stamping the label, but the title of the diary is "Self-Obsessed, Emotionally Detached Hedge Funder," which I must say is a very apt description.
This does seem fun. Before I go into another introspective/societal critique/analysis, I want to try to start what I hope to continue on for the rest of this blog's life: happy shit sharing. When I read people's blogs like Kanye's or my new hero, Tim Ferris' I really like how they have cool stuff that they have encountered that week on their site. I saw a commercial for this and it made me happy. People helping people always makes me happy I guess. Anyways, back to the matter at hand-
As promised, I plan on talking about the first link of this blog through the speech found in the link of the previous post. In Rev. Gomes' short talk about the youth of today, he talked about how we are searching fulfillment. I would argue that in general this search for fulfillment is not as much of a greater purpose search as he would suggest, but more of a hedonistic seeking. Now I don't want to project my sentiments on my whole generation, but I think it would be safe to say that the myspace generation is realizing that seeking of wealth or power is not going to bring about the most long-term pleasure. We want pleasure. We want it to last. I'm used to shopping around for the best deal and that's pretty much what I'm doing for life goals right now. This would be a 20th year well spent if I could get a little closer to understanding what direction I should be heading in. This douchebag hedge fund bro clearly defined success in the "New York/Material" sense and is having a crazy hectic life that he says will probably kill him ten years before his time. Now I'm sure this crazy lifestyle can be good for some people and for some it may work out just fine, but the reason why I'm so critical right now is actually conveniently in the title: the emotional detachedness. I sincerely hope that there is never a point in my life where I would be described as emotionally detached. To me, that word either means that you've become miserable or a dick- probably both.
being in touch with your emotions is exactly what being alive is, even if those emotions can be a bit torturous. and your last sentence seems completely true.
ReplyDeletealso, i've just forwarded the bowie/arcade fire link to Fred, he's a big fan of both. Can't wait for the reply.