Showing posts with label selfless service. Show all posts
Showing posts with label selfless service. Show all posts

Saturday, February 7, 2009

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

“No acts of charity are truly selfless.”
The Chemical Buddha appreciated any act of charity. He was not above accepting a charity/mercy fuck. In fact, it’s safe to say most, if not all of The Chemical Buddha sexual experiences (that he didn’t pay for) were charity/mercy fucks. However, when it came to acts of charity, TCB believed people didn’t do it from an egoless place. In fact, he was pretty sure it was all driven by ego. Either to feel good about themselves or to get other people to recognize and congratulate them. And while he was pretty confident on that idea, he wasn’t sure what a true selfless act would look like. Even if Jesus was being selfless, it did lead to the founding of several religions based upon him and his teaching. Same with Buddha and Mohammad. The pagans might have been closest. They gave us some incredible festivals and no one remembers who started them or why. Except to get together and dance around naked and enjoy being alive. Which is what TCB did and is probably why he began to consider his very act of living as a selfless acts of charity.
Why are you nice to people?
Is it possible to do something for someone and not feel good about yourself or have them appreciate you for doing it? If so, what would that look like?

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Pull My Finger

“Addicted to feelin’ good.”
The Chemical Buddha would do whatever it took to avoid feeling “bad”. His was a life dedicated to the total pursuit of feeling good. He didn’t care what he had to do to get there or who he might make feel bad (or humiliated) in the process. In fact, some of his best times were at the expense of others. Be it stupid practical jokes like taking a dump in someone’s toilet tank, spreading rumors, or fucking their significant other. Unfortunately, like any addiction, he found he had to up his behavior to get the same “good” feeling. But as he grew older, he realized these actions were costing him friends. He also found that he had no respect for those who were willing to put up with his behaviors and he didn’t like hanging out with them. Towards the end of his life, TCB attempted to make amends with friends he’d alienated. In doing so, he was surprised to find he enjoyed help making other people happy a lot more then he liked making just himself feel happy.
What makes you feel good? What extremes are you willing to do to have that feeling?
What is the cost to you of trying to avoid bad feelings?