Posts Categorized: social-ish

parent-ish

while all our lives are so diverse|yet|we all once were given birth by a woman|as a result of a man’s and the woman’s dna shuffled together|soon birth might not require a woman anymore|soon dna can be put together at will|how will this change of source influence the birthless children’s minds|

friendship-ish

do we choose our friends for what they are|or for what we want them to be|often we feel attracted to people that are similar to us|we are drawn to people that represent what we would like to be like|maybe we choose our friends for what we are|that is why it is kind of a shock if our friends don’t like each other|

ask-ish

the concept of wishing is simple and easy to distinguish from asking|while asking needs a real addressee – wishing doesn’t|but how effective is a wish if there is no addressee|are we, secretly, the addresser and addressee|

w-ish

what do we wish for|what can we ask for|are we always asking for more|is there more or are we just adding more onto what we already have|what do we really need|if there was no competition|if we wouldn’t know what more means|would we have nothing, and die|more seems to be a very natural thing to ask for|since we were babies we needed more to grow|so if there is no more|then what|

urban-ish

what does a cow look like|do potatoes grow on trees|did we substitute essential knowledge with knowledge about how to go about when faced with a urban-fully-automatic-water-closet where if you don’t have the necessary change you might just not have human needs|

social-ish

striving for individuality|aren’t we all, somehow|we are individuals by nature, so it just makes sense to stay the way we were made|but then, why do all of us, at least sometimes, look for conformity|for the strenght that lies in a group of people who think alike, dress alike, act alike|do we fool ourselves by choosing products that seem to be very indiviualistic, or let’s say not that common|take a apple computer as an example|after having bought this piece of individuality we, suddenly, enjoy having joined a group of people that are like us, linked by liking the same things|individuality is fake|