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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I feel like Eric Cartman


Say hello to the original "Fat ass" from South Park. A character par excellence, from his raspy, scratchy, deep 9-year-old voice, to his extremely non-PC views of the world and some of its inhabitants (read 'hippies' and 'Jews')

I remember Cartman's character was the butt of most of the jokes in the first couple of seasons. Having watched a couple of episodes from more recent seasons, however, he seems to have developed a more sinister and terribly vengeful side (as in "Scott Tenorman Must Die") as well as having the opportunity to save South Park from various potentially calamitous events (as in "Die Hippie! Die!")

Being able to relate to this character meant identifying with the don't-take-crap-from-nobody attitude, coupled with the insensitive, uncensored, uncaring comments aimed at what are normally accepted "touchy" subjects. This was easy because such personality traits are best kept locked inside, especially in civil society. It has never failed to amaze me the amount of change that we're made to undergo while "growing up".

Watching Cartman blurt out what is on his mind, without giving a thought to what others might think or say is always invigorating. And this is precisely because of the point that I made in the last paragraph. Every episode that I watch provides me with an opportunity to reminisce about the kinds of things that I could have, and probably should have said in those exact same situations. I guess the 'growing up' part of this life was spent waiting to reach adulthood so that we could complain about the fun we never had as children. Such is life, and rather unfortunately, I suppose.

But *#@% all that crap. We are who we are, who we want to be. And, if I feel like being Eric Cartman, Aquaman or even Batman, then I am any of these guys whenever I bloody well want to be. That's all there is to it.

Life is all about balance. And giving in to your urges is just another way for you to center yourself; to understand that as a normal human being, you are prone to change, and that every new day is almost a new lease on life. The only thing you can be sure of is that you are you, or whatever was left of you at the end of the previous day.

So, I feel like Eric Cartman. And perhaps it's strange to look up to a 4th-grader as a role model. Or, perhaps it's time I grew up and stopped watching cartoons. Well, *#@% both these options. There are times when you have to suck it up, but there are just as many times when you should let it out. After all, what you suck in you must let out, right? That's all there is to it. Managing the amount of bull in your life, which includes the amount of crap you're willing to deal with in a single day.

On that delightfully pseudo-philosophical note, and in true Eric Cartman fashion allow me to say, "Screw you guys. I'm going home."

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