Our parents think we're dumber than them.

Our parents generation thinks we’re the dumbest yet. 

(maybe there is some truth to what he's saying because my dumbass can't find a high resolution picture of his book.)

The youth being the worst yet is not a new idea.

“Our youth now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for their elders and love chatter in place of exercise; they no longer rise when elders enter the room; they contradict their parents, chatter before company; gobble up their food and tyrannize their teachers.”

-Socrates, over 2,000 years ago

We aren’t dumber. We’re just the first generation to be cognitively raped by technology, by Quality.  
The education system is Stone Age drudgery compared to the dopamine inducing rewards the Internet, social media, and sex offers the youth. Our brains have never been as stimulated as they have been the last decade (asterisks for hippies on the west coast during the late 60s).

Our generation is shying away from the surface level dullness of mathematics, mechanical and analytical sciences, and logic itself. This perceived dullness is caused only by a lack of understanding. Science is beautiful bro.

Instead, we want to make music, make art, be popular, be powerful, and be perceived as attractive.

Our abandonment of logic leaves us susceptible to the most ridiculous and idiotic systems of thought. Nearly every version of the Illuminati I’ve heard explained by peers calls forth the strongest urge in me to slam my face into an unforgiving surface, permanently shattering my teeth, jaw, and shearing the flesh from my skull.

Logic muthafucka, do you speak it? 

I’ve no solution to our problem. I do think identifying it is a start. Okay I do have one suggestion as to where to start. Stop listening to 2-Chainz.

Love and Ambition

My perspective is little removed. If I were an expert I would know my audience and be able to write to their point-of-view.

Not an expert.

It feels like I write to an audience, but with a little investigation and honesty, I know I'm writing to myself with the knowledge that anyone can read it. This unique situation creates an interesting psychological atmosphere. I wonder how honest the more removed areas of my awareness allow my present self to be.

That rant was meant to set up a point, but now I'm wondering if I should pick a girl to focus on. Focus on her perspective. Direct this little issue I want to flest out at her. But who?

I read a passage in PIKHAL where a Jungian psychoanalysis described an anima women.

"she's a person who, when she's attracted to a man, intuitively senses what's lacking in his emotional life, and she has a compulsion to become whatever that man most needs in a woman. She probably convinces herself each time that she's truly in love, but I doubt she's capable of what most of us would call real loving. The Jungians have a term, 'anima woman.' The anima woman lacks a solid identity; like many great actors, she borrows - she takes on - a sense of wholeness from playing the part. In this case, it's the part of the muse, the inspiration, the adored dream-woman. She fulfills a fantasy, and you can imagine the tremendous emotional rewards there are for her in such a role..."

I think I'm the male version of this.