I’ve had a lot to do with rythm lately. First of all, there was a party in Delft last Saturday, hosted by one of my friends. There were DJ’s, there was sun, conversations about love, everyone was dancing on bare feet… Needlessly to say, I’ve enjoyed myself thoroughly.
Secondly, I’ve made a new friend. He’s a fan of Elvis Presley, so we have been having a lot of conversations about music.
Thirdly, I’ve been living more on the clock lately. I’m currently on my last day of my holiday, wherein it was tempting to go to bed late and wake up late. Now that I have to go to school again, I’m watching my bedtime and setting my alarm at a time where I’m ready to kick ass.
These are three different instances of rythm. Rythm is very important, in all facets of life. I have been talking about rythm of conversation, rythm of music and rythm of life.
Rythm of Conversation
Rythm is what makes a conversation flow. If you listen to your partner with all your might, try to put yourself in his or her position and think about something interesting to say, the conversation will have a taste akin to a seven course meal at a fine dining restaurant.
At the party, there was an area where you could smoke, watch Planet Earth, lie in a hang mat and indulge yourself in conversation. One of my friends liked it so much that he spent the majority of the evening on the couch, talking and talking (he’s the one that brings forth the most interesting arguments in my friend group).
We talked about a philosophical experiment, where the following question is posed:
If there was a machine that could provide you with happiness until you die, would you turn it on?
While my friend answered “Fuck me up, hook me up!”, I was not so sure. I thought that there is power inside the ‘having to struggle before reaching a moment of happiness’, as if happiness is the reward for your everyday struggle. Now I have a new argument. If you connect to that machine, you’ll miss the valleys and peaks. You’ll miss the rythm of being monotoneously ‘unhappy’ and happy in succession.
The rythm is what makes life interesting. I’ve had my bad moments, I’ve had my good moments, but even though I have some things that I’ve had to solve, I don’t think I would do much differently. I’m not solid on that point, because there are definitely some sins there that I wouldn’t repeat. Maybe I can still repair my wrongs.
Rythm of Music
There is something about music, and dancing in particular, that makes me lose it. I try to dance as enthousiastically as possible, which turns people onto dancing, I think. There are always good times to be had when you connect your body to the auditory. It’s nice to see wallflowers get out of their comfort zones and boogying down. Plus, there’s an element to dancing which is inherently sexual. Every time I see a girl who dances well I automatically think to myself “She must have that je ne sais quoi in bed”. There’s nothing better than dancing closely with a girl, be it in a club, in a chalet in a forest or on a balcony. It connects you to the sexual hunter part of yourself, which is a part I think many men would like to explore more.
Moving your body to the rythm of music is not that hard. You just stomp your hands to the clap, move your feet to the kick and never forget to keep laughing at how stupid you look. As long as you visibly enjoy yourself, it doesn’t matter whether you do the two step or the robot. You can trust me, I keep receiving compliments on my dancing all the time.
Rythm of Life
Waking up at a consistent time, and a bit early if you can gives you an edge in the morning which makes you more productive. Last Saturday, I woke up early and went to the city. I watched the vendors on the market stall out their wares, and drew a couple of houses as the sun came up.
These are people who know what it’s like to work hard, consistently. I respect that. You’ve got to bring that meat home. There are still some things I can learn from those market men. I’m slowly finding my own rythm as I’m studying and working at the petrol station. My days of partying too often are behind me. If you put too many beats in a song, people won’t know which beat to dance to.