Sunday digression

I have asked a friend why drives him to blog. He says it is a good TV substitute.
Ever since the last post I thought about what I should write about next.
I still have no idea how this blogging works and why and so on, so I just blab about anything that crosses my mind and I expect to get the hang of it some time. I hope I will find it therapeutically good, although I do not believe that I need any fixing so far. For the moment, I can't really say I am hooked.
Anyway.

This weekend was nice. Nice weather, nice time, nice movies. We had better time than in September. Perhaps I can upload some photos later, taken today when we stopped for a while at Ammersee. I love autumn, it really has glorious colours and the sun is no longer that harsh to cast weird shadows all over and you still can see some green patches - what can I say, I do love it.

I like driving through little villages in Germany, they almost all seem deserted and the landscape is unexpected and quite nice. But, what really gets on my nerves are the much too narrow streets, on which Germans naturally drive very fast, pushing me closer to heart attack, and the very nasty habit some drivers have to not signal when they change lanes. Come on, now, how difficult can it be? I consider it a sign of politeness and common decency, especially when you are cutting off in front of someone else at a certainly illegal speed.

Now hubby is watching the last of the Formula 1 races of this year.
Aside the technically side of the sport (on which of course I have an opinion, but I am aware that I should keep it to myself, there are better commentaries out there than mine), still, I do have a problem. It is about Lewis Hamilton. More precisely his girlfriend, Nicole Scherzinger, front female whatever of Pussycat Dolls. She is 8 years older than Lewis and some gazillion miles away in style and apparent morals. How on earth does his dad allow him to go out with such a bimbo? I mean, Lewis is nice, handsome, talented albeit a tad arrogant, nevertheless he is a real catch and how did this reformed burlesque group member get her claws on him, I will not understand. For crying out loud, she dresses in plastic clothing items which one cannot imagine how she pours herself in and struts around, perched on ridiculously high platforms usually used by girls working in establishments with a preference for red curtains.

I know that almost everyone has a soft spot for the "baddie". What exactly makes us click for the bad treatment, I cannot quite explain. But it has been like that for some time, and I do not think it will go away soon, although it will probably change forms from decade to decade.
So, is Lewis just sporting his "bad girl" inclination? Could it be just that? Should we hope that it is just a phase and afterward he will meet a nice girl, settle down and do the "proper thing"?
Why are we so eager to accept any kind of treatment from a person that in our eyes seems "cool" and later on is generally described as plain rude and selfish? Are we not able to see past the leather jacket, the smoking, the gross language and the "straightforwardness"? Why is it that attention from such persons makes us feel so different and so happy? Of course, this is just for a short period of time, because such beings have the attention span of a toddler and next thing we know we are left crying in the rain while the badass has moved on to the next one in line.

I try to think about the motivation that make a person voluntarily choose to be a badass. I cannot believe that someone wakes up one morning thinking "I will be cool from now on, I will smoke, drink, fuck, swear, have as sole rule "ignoring the rules", I will treat the opposite sex as mean of obtaining sexual satisfaction and material gains, in a word I will be the pin-up for the saying ""Mad, bad and dangerous to know" ". I don't think this is what happen. I also don't think that such persons realize how their behaviour affects the others. And almost certainly, although they claim they are "rotten to the core", they have a good opinion about themselves, as we all do, deep inside ourselves. Since we can all justify our actions and opinions, so can they, only the justifications is slightly different. What I would like to know is precisely this motivation. What drives them to be jerks and be proud about it?

I also cannot understand why such an impressive number of people fall for such immature stereotypes. And surprisingly, they are not all teenagers, age when hormones and identity quest drive anyone out of their natural mould. They are not happy treated like scum. Could it be that the pain ensuing from this makes a person feel alive?

I have heard this theory on different occasions, that pain is able to make someone feel alive. I do not like pain, but I try to be as sympathetic as I can be. I try to ask people subjecting themselves voluntarily to pain why they choose to do so. They cannot be exactly coherent, or at least, until now, I could not elicit a logical explanation. And funny thing is that I would not label them all masochists. But I do think that something is deeply wrong with them.

Following this line of thought, what could be so wrong with Lewis Hamilton that he consorts with that creature? The arrogance he is so often accused of is explained by the talent that was acknowledged so early in his life. It is natural, I think. And in theory, it is also natural for him to frolic around with objectifiable persons. But why does him? Now, Lewis, if you read this, please do not get angry or judged, be an adult and reply with scientific detachment, all rightie? ;-))

On this abstract note ends the Sunday digression.

Good night.