The Philosophy Behind Ice Cube Orgies

I have been told by many people in various ways that I spend to much time in my head. My middle school best friend told me I live in a dream world and my first boyfriend was constantly telling me to stop overthinking, stop dreaming up scenarios. Additionally it is common knowledge that I am a compulsive liar. The fact is reality is mundane most of the time but it is also alterable. I can create completely fictitious parts of my life that are accepted as true simply because no one can say it didn’t happen, and if I tell the story enough that everyone believes it and eventually I believe it then who is to say that isn’t what actually happened and what does it matter if it didn’t?

  Additionally spending time in my head and adjusting reality mean I live multiple times make multiple decisions and they have different consequence and I play it all out in my head, its like writing fan fiction for your life and you get to kind of live all of it! Just without and illusion that other people might exist (which we really have no idea about, who’s to say I am not in a coma right now making this all up? Or who’s to say the world exists at all? Maybe there is simply a mind out there somewhere that creates different stories to amuse itself.)

One of the most astounding things I hear is that people don’t like their bodies. It especially astounds me if I hear that people are generally okay will how their life is. I personally like my life and thus I like my body not because I am stunningly gorgeous or a perfect model of society’s Barbie doll, but because it is my story.

Your Body story starts with a prequel, your genetics. It tells of what your ancestors went through, where they lived and how they adapted and what struggles they might of suffered through. Then you get a whole series of books that is your life. Your body reflects how you grow up, when you fell, or if you are me when you tried to literally fly and just ended up with a scar.

I started to realize I hate the way people describe attractiveness a while ago but could never put my finger on why until watching a Dr. Who episode, the one where Amy explains why she loves Rory in his glorious awkwardness. Every little piece of your life, your personality is tied to how your physical form is developed, it shows the hardships you overcame, it shows your hard work, it shows the way you think and that is beautiful.

I love the idea of society, community, groups, nations, anything that has to do with people working together. In my first year of university I joined Kappa Pi Chi, a sorority on campus and though I ended up leaving due to unfortunate life circumstances it was one of the most interesting things I have ever witnessed. The “Greeks” are a society, that have codes you must follow, punishments if you don’t and a support system. The reason so many people end up joining Greek Life and staying in it, is because it is such a high functioning society. The mantra you will find on almost every Greek article, website, or speech is that “YOU GET WHAT YOU PUT IN” and this is what makes it so fantastic.

  So you can imagine what really gets my goat is people who are destructive towards society. Key example, my first boyfriend. It took me years to figure out why I couldn’t imagine any sort of life with him despite our magnetic connection, but thanks to political science classes it finally dawned on me that he had absolutely no desire to better society in any way shape or form in fact quite the opposite he unnecessarily did things to hinder it.

  WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT?!?!?! I mean I understand that sometimes there are stupid rules and they need to be changed and the only way of doing that is by breaking the rules, but this kid was doing things that were fairly black and white bad and justified it because either the same had been done to him or because the people he was doing it to also did it.