Amateur Indie Film enthusiast

Jun 11

When I think back to everything that happened in the last semester, this song “Friday” covered by *Bob Dylan* is the first thing that comes to mind.

Some funny comments about this (fake) song by Dylan:

“Spring 1959, I was 4 years old. I was riding with my dad in the car near the University of Minnesota. My dad stopped to pick up a hippie hitch hiker named “Bobby”. The hitch hiker was carring an accoustic guitar. My dad asked him to play a song and he played this song (Friday) I never hit me until recently….. Did he pick up Bob Dylan??? “

“oh god, this does brings back some swell memories… like that great day in Woodstock, on of the last of those beautiful days, it was friday, and Bob grabbed his good ol’ guitar and started singing about how he wakes up and got to be fresh. I looked around and watched people waving hands looking as peaceful as a man can be, suddenly I caught her look, we stared at each other for a while, and then, just like that, we started dancing, and laughing, cause you now, it’s friday fun fun fun fun fun”

“In 68 I went to this big music festival in the middle of this field called The Meadow. Night comes and a terrible thunder storm rolls in. None of the bands could play. 30k people waiting it out, praying for the storm to break. But it never did. There was nothing but the sound of rain. Then out of the blackness, Bob Dylan steps to center stage with an acoustic guitar and plays Friday. 30k people fall silent to hear that one acoustic guitar and that one voice that accompanied it. It was magical”

“This song reminds me of the peaceful, non-violent protests of the 60s. “Gotta have my bowl” refers to the mainstream use of marijuana during this time. Though people partied hard during these times, it was mostly to escape the cruel realities of war. “Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend” is a great line. My mom would recite this line to me and tell me about how she would have to work 60-hour weeks due to her brothers fighting in the war. She still looks forward to Friday to this day.”

“This song brings tears in my eyes. Reminds me 1969, when all my family passed vacation in my grandparents’ house, in their ranch in Stowe (Vermont). My grandfather loved this song. He teached me to play this song in his accoustic guitar. This songs also reminds me, my parents and my cousins camping around Little Rock Pond.”

LOL

May 18

“Is life worth living “, he asked

A guy named Isaiah asked this question on yahoo answers:

“I’m a 20 year old, male, college student. I’m an aspiring pharmacist; my grades are good, thus far. Though it seems like I have a promising future, I still feel like killing myself. I have no friends, no “go-to” guy or girl that I could just hang-out with on a regular basis. I’ve always felt alone, unloved, isolated, empty, insecure, sad and vulnerable since I was born. I’m so tired of feeling this way.

I’ve always had acquaintances through the years, but I feel like I had to pretend to be happy just to maintain those relationships.Depression is not an attractive quality, apparently,and therefore, I have withdrawn from society. I’ve always felt different than everybody else. I’ve only had one true friend, but he left to college. Moreover, I’ve never had a girlfriend , either- I’ve never been good with the ladies, I’m too shy.Also, my family is dysfunctional, my father recently died, and I am shunned by own family. I’ve never been told that I’m loved-not even once in my life. This loneliness is killing me, It hurts so much to live.

I escape by sleeping,excessively masturbating(I know, pathetic), over-eating, playing music,listening to comedy, and reading. My feelings are often overwhelming, I feel like I’m on the brink of psychosis. I often imagine me jumping from a building or shooting myself in the head or overdosing on sleeping pills or hanging myself. These somber,foreboding thoughts constantly play in my head. Life is passing me by.

I feel like no one will ever understand me, everything is just too complicated. Life doesn’t make sense, anymore. I genuinely don’t want to live anymore. Every time I feel a little joy, It never lasts, I always come back down crashing and burning worse than before. I feel like everyone is happy and having fun with their lives, while I’m bitter, depressed, and asking existential questions all day. I don’t think I’ll ever be happy, ever. Life is a lingering, painful disease that suffocates me everyday. My eyes don’t like me, and my soul wants to leave. I also don’t think I can ever make new friends or get a girlfriend, because,lets be real, who wants to be around a lonely, sad, bitter individual? So, is there any hope at all? Should I kill myself? It seems like the only viable option for me. I don’t want to shed any more tears or feel pain.”

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20101023212425AAv28MM

My questions are:

1) Is this guy a troll begging for sympathy?

2) Isn’t every one our age going through more or less, some of the same shit he described? I mean, for people like us that live in the most depressing city in Canada (arguably?) , he seems like your average winnterpegger, right?

3) For the past 4 years that I have been going to U of M , the question that people asked me the most (believe it or not) is “What is the meaning of life?” I am like ” damn, I have never taken any philosophy classes, how the hell am i supposed to know?” Tell me what you think?