The Golden Ticket

Ferris Beuler, High Maintenance Models and Learning the Queen’s English.

I believe all thinking happens before words. Words are a reflection (of something more real) but sometimes we have a bad mirror and we see a distortion.

When you think, words spill out into your consciousness but we don’t know where they come from.

When you read them, as you are doing now, the reverse is in progress. Words spill in but how they are processed is a mystery.

Words are like bottled ideas. Some are like fresh milk, nourishing, others like sour gin, turning you blind. Others still are Molotov Cocktails. Be careful of what you read. I had to find out the hard way. Heck, there’s only one way to find out, and that’s the hard way. The explosions going on in your own mind will only make you stronger.

Take the word “car”, it’s a distillation of an idea, a concept. It’s a abstraction, a label and sound. The sound evokes a mental image. Each of us would have had a different image pop up. If I wanted to be more specific and ensure your model was closer to the one I wanted you to render, I could say “red car”. We could get even more mileage by adding a little gasoline, “Red car, 1950’s Ferrari GT California” but that probably means nothing to you unless you’ve watched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, in which case your probably smiling.

This bottling process started a long time ago, when you were a child, way before you learnt to speak. However, if you’ve ever tried to learn a new language, you know how hard it is to make new bottles consciously.

Modern theories about language learning are just that, under the hood. A lot of noise around the idea that you must acquire languages unconsciously. It’s an oxymoron. Not many can get their heads around it. It’s sounds like woo woo, cause it is, all thinking, real thinking is woo woo. It’s Wonka Juice from the Bottle factory.

A billion people probably learnt English because they wanted to watch Friends, they learnt it while watching Rachel and Joey’s dreamy eyes. The words washed unconsciously into their head’s where the bottling operation proceeded to their complete obliviousness. That guy in Romania probably learned more English watching a couple of seasons of Friends than you did with 10 years of French classes.

Friends became popular because there was a chemistry happening on screen. Not many people have been able to replicate it, save perhaps, The Game of Thrones. I don’t think the words had anything to do with it. G.R.R Martin might want to dispute that but he’s probably stuck on that book he can’t seem to get finished. It’s not for a lack of words, I can guarantee you that. The chemistry is gone and his mirror is broken.

There are a lot of people these days stuck on words. They have a curious lack of interest of the intentions behind them. Constantly misinterpreting everyone, swallowing narratives whole. They’re living in Hitchcock’s funhouse and their offended by everything.

“You can’t say that”, they say, “Ban him!”

I have a feeling, their bottling operation isn’t operating properly.

The fact is the bottling operation only stops when you actively make it. The first avenue is censorship. You can’t learn, if the words never reach you. But where external censorship isn’t prevalent, apathy is will do the trick. That’s self-censorship by laziness. Nothing on Earth beats that.

Second, and I don’t know many people who do this:

It is to just sit with an idea without verbalizing or even visualizing it.

You allow the idea to float in the mind, barely an image and you relax with it. Don’t try and solve it. Something amazing happens inside. Willy Wonka works his magic.

Try this video on Eric Cantona,

Don’t try and find meaning in it. Just watch it. Let Mr. Wonka do the rest.

There is also an obsession today with Power. Everyone wants their man or woman to win. Red Shirts vs Blue Shirts. Hatfield’s vs McCoy’s. Every enemy is a necessary Hitler. Always Hitler. They’re never a Pol Pot or a Mao. Never a Stephan Bandera. Don’t know who he is? Go figure it out. It’s rather relevant at the moment. Then go and wave your dual colored flag.

But when you stop to think about power…

It’s like having a high maintenance wife, she might be pretty, but she’ll cost you a bomb, take all your free time and bed your best mates, if your not constantly vigilant.

And no one can be vigilant for that long. So power shifts. It chooses the most viable man without care for loyalty.

The guy (or gal) you supported, turns out to be a douche. A severely compromised douche. You’re dumped like a sack of potatoes and you wonder why… lending your support for the next actor. He may even have a lovely name like, Kennedy or DeSantis.

So I wouldn’t suggest it. Leave power to the power hungry. They will consume themselves.

Leave money for the money hungry. She’s another high maintenance model. Though a little part time action ain’t bad. Don’t get married to it. People come after you and they come hard.

Look at Andrew Tate. Wannabe “Top G” and male “role” model. He may be modeling for some big dudes in a Romanian jail shortly (and teaching them the Queen’s English while he’s at it). We pray for him. It doesn’t matter if he is guilty or not. Most people don’t even know what he is indicted for.

He modeled his life around Power and Money. It doesn’t matter if he is right or wrong. Those two goddesses are vicious when you get on the wrong side of them.

You might want to listen to what he says:

and make up your own mind. It’s long. Relax and let Wonka do his business. Just listen, forget that you even know English.

Meanwhile, I like to think about words and how they form their meanings. I’m still hoping to win a Golden Ticket and a visit to the Bottle Factory.

and that’s,

The Vikid Truth