Baby, there is no “I” in “Threesome”.

I suppose if there is one thing I "believe" in, remotely like a religion, it’s my self-invented "energy"… thing. It’s not so much a religion as a simple way of seeing things. I know it’s logically flawed and surreal, but it opens a few very important perspectives when you look at the world from this point of view.

Basically, when thinking about it I look at everything as a form of energy. Energy is absolute and it cannot be destroyed, but it can be reduced or multiplied. It comes in an infinite amount of ways: as effort, as friendliness, money, objects, and so on.
Take a stupid lump of wood for example, this contains more energy that you imagine. The space it grew on, the matter inside, the time it took to grow and be chopped off. Energy can be added to it, by crafting it into something beautiful. It can then be traded into a more general form of energy, like money. Okay dumb example, but you get the point.
Any effort that multiplies energy, is a good one. A gesture that makes a person feel loved, an effort that boosts a project further. Very often money is returned as compensation, but in my eyes money is a very weak form of energy. It is a very general and useful one, but it doesn’t come with the "side effects" that simple appreciation or love do. After all, you can’t buy either of them because they are priceless.

But anyway. You can implement this view in many systems, take the world economy. In a society where energy is compressed and minimalized like ours, where money is stored by millions on the bank and a smile is seldomly shared, there is an incredible amount of potential going to waste. That wouldn’t be a problem if more energy could be created, but that isn’t so. It can be harvested, dug up and stolen, but it isn’t infinite. But for now, that’s not a problem, but for a few facts.
In our attempts to optimalize our taking of energy while giving as little as possible, we leave other parts of the world with a shortage. This of course is old news, but there’s a few little things that are easily overlooked.

In Destelbergen, the town next to where I used to live, there was this giant banner hanging up of a NPO called 11.11.11. The name refers to the hour and date on which the peace treaty was signed after the first world war. Anyhow, the banner said "MAKE POVERTY HISTORY" and all that and "NO FALSE PROMISES", which by the way THEY and no one else made.
There’s only a slight problem with that, and that is while these organizations try to efficiently transfer energy from the west to their targeted area (although I have sincere doubts about an organisation that spends donated money on banners), the collective keeps taking and compressing at a far faster rate.
Energy cannot be created. Poverty will exist as long as we are not willing to give up our second cars, expensive hobbies, fashion jeans and cheap MP3 players. Our economy thrives at the cost of theirs, and unless that changes, poverty will continue to exist.

Of course, there is a positive side to it, as there is to all things except mosquitos. Some major efforts become insignificant compared to their effect. Energy is multiplied; even though you don’t always reap the benefits, yourself. When someone homeless asks for money, you won’t even notice the bit you give by the end of the day, but the eprson in question certainly can. When someone is depressed and you can offer your support, they need your time more than you do. Like this you can life your life literally to the fullest, even when not spending it on yourself. Any energy expanded is a bit that didn’t go to waste, and made the world a little better.

 

Enough sappy shit.
Our home is slowly gaining more daily visitors than a crackhouse. It started when 2 friends of ours ended up homeless (habit of theirs), and they could sleep over for a few days. That’s about a week ago, and they’re still here, though not all the time. Sociable guys as they are, they have a small harem of friends, most of which I know as well, who now come over regularly. The word spread, and the whole club knows where we’re at now.
The effects, we have a bed placed permanently in the living room here (room enough), and some guy who’s going on vacation left his crippled puppy here for two weeks. You might think I am sarcastic, but no: It got run over by a car and got its front paws under the wheel. It’s skipping around now with two casts around its front paws. Cute, until it chews them loose and we have to get them back on. Trust me, an operated paw does not look tasty. But it’s recovering, we can stop cramming antibiotics into it tomorrow. Too bad, I like a puppy stoned out of its mind. It seems to thing its hind paw is a chew toy, it’s funny to see just how much it can get down its thoat.

Thing is however, it is not allowed to have friends over for longer than 10 days (this includes me), or keep pets in the house. we’ll have to be very careful if we don’t want to end up on the streets as well. Good things those guys can cook like nobody’s business, makes up for a lot.
Also, we have 4 djembé’s, 2 keyboards, 2 guitars and a shitload of music software, so we get to do a little jamming once in a while. Turns out I’m not so bad on a djembe.

Though I’m not too excited about the constant feeling of insecurity, I sure as hell prefer it this way over a sour atmosphere back with my parents, where I lock myself up in the computer room so I don’t have to deal with the others in the house. I could get used to this pretty easily, and I sure as hell know I will miss it if, when the time comes when I will lose it all.

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