Musings on Creative Art, Film, Strong Jazz, and U.S.Culture: January 2016

YOUNG guys have problems. Growing up in a small Southern town was rough for so many. So many times the whole towns were sports obsessed. If a male had very little interest in sports he was ostracized. Imbecilic stuff took place. Some people said things like "don't have a pity party for yourself." Another thing... Lord help the guy who liked the arts or music or stuff like that. Social life was horrendous in the wretched small town pseudo society.. Every time a poor guy worked up nerve to get a social thing going the heinous female would stomp the disgusting reject button To quote the old saying...all these moronic loons wanted was the proverbial football hero and that was it. The culture we exist in is abhorrent when a nice, somewhat shy soul does not stand a ghost of a chance. After many moons of constant crap being put on someone a sure thing is the fact that a festering blister of appalling melancholy sets in. And no matter how many self-help books or preachers the soul listens to not hardly anything can help. Our culture tries hard to destroy creativity in good-hearted people and it is horrid, this stench of meaninglessness.