I love your talk with Joe Rogan on absurdism. It kinda changed things in my head a little. The terrible U.I. on this site did not allow me to see who was talking to me or who I was really answering. I thought to myself "Does it matter?" "It's my brain and no one is really listening. Go nuts. Be absurd" "Go nuts. lol"
I loved the moment where you brought up the story about you at a book signing. That woman staring at you who eventually asks for your zodiac sign. The only water sign without a shell. I was born Nov 9th, a Scorpio. It's funny because sometimes during my lows, I just shrug and say "it's cause I"m a Scorpio." It's a problem and I'm getting better at that. But apart of that topic was when you talked about the need to be tinkering with a narrative, as a kind of shield from the normal world. And the problems and stress of daily life seemed petty in comparison.
I'm not the only one who probably thought this. But what would happen if Chuck didn't have that narrative shell? Because I'm sure there are times when you didn't have that story preoccupying your monkey mind.
And another thing...I have to call bullshit on something you said towards the end. You said you "purport" to teach writing on here. Cmon man, you DO teach writing!
You talked about wanting a big, beefy guy to come to your hotel room and deck you in the head one good time. There was a Joe Rogan interview, he was talking to either you or Mike Tyson. And there was something about a chemical the body produces when a fighter gets knocked down. Like...your testosterone gets real low to stop you from getting back up and keep fighting. Is that the feeling you are aiming for?
Nice setup! Good lighting. Comfortable chairs. Complementary champagne!
When I was in high school, my buddy befriended a college guy who owned a house; inside were pool tables, movie posters, and a big guy with a beard who only ever wore sweat pants. Every time we visited, a party was well underway. Crowded, smoke-filled rooms where R.E.M. played after Warrant on the stereo. (This was the mid-90s). A can of beer would be tossed to you when you walked through the door. But, I didn’t drink at the time! And! The owner of the house, the guy throwing the never-ending party? He didn’t either. When he realized the unopened beer cans being set on end tables were being left by me, he started calling me Eagle Scout and gave me an open invitation to grab a Coca-Cola from his refrigerator whenever we visited.
There’s something incredibly fascinating to me about this type of character/personality. The person who goes out of their way to ensure everyone else is having a good time, even when everyone else’ idea of a good time doesn’t align with their own.
I’m just now listening to this and you are talking about how Tom Spanbauer told your writing group that you should be there because you love writing and ‘because there is nothing more fun and more frightening to you than this thing’… Writing scares the hell out of me. I’ve discovered that I love it. I think I can be good enough to grow an audience. But it scares the hell out of me because I’m afraid my first story could get me fired from my job and it really freaks me out to think that at that point I’d be really vulnerable. It seems like you sort of flew by the seat of your pants and didn’t care? Or is that not true? Early on were you ever freaked out about your future if it didn’t work out?
Loving this talk. For the record Chuck, if you'd made that joke about Ann Coulter you'd probably have been applauded (rightly or wrongly).
I love your talk with Joe Rogan on absurdism. It kinda changed things in my head a little. The terrible U.I. on this site did not allow me to see who was talking to me or who I was really answering. I thought to myself "Does it matter?" "It's my brain and no one is really listening. Go nuts. Be absurd" "Go nuts. lol"
I loved the moment where you brought up the story about you at a book signing. That woman staring at you who eventually asks for your zodiac sign. The only water sign without a shell. I was born Nov 9th, a Scorpio. It's funny because sometimes during my lows, I just shrug and say "it's cause I"m a Scorpio." It's a problem and I'm getting better at that. But apart of that topic was when you talked about the need to be tinkering with a narrative, as a kind of shield from the normal world. And the problems and stress of daily life seemed petty in comparison.
I'm not the only one who probably thought this. But what would happen if Chuck didn't have that narrative shell? Because I'm sure there are times when you didn't have that story preoccupying your monkey mind.
And another thing...I have to call bullshit on something you said towards the end. You said you "purport" to teach writing on here. Cmon man, you DO teach writing!
We are sponges absorbing all the juicy wisdom lol
You talked about wanting a big, beefy guy to come to your hotel room and deck you in the head one good time. There was a Joe Rogan interview, he was talking to either you or Mike Tyson. And there was something about a chemical the body produces when a fighter gets knocked down. Like...your testosterone gets real low to stop you from getting back up and keep fighting. Is that the feeling you are aiming for?
The silence came through so clear my mind became clear, filling with color instead of ‘answers’.
Addressing the silence, gave the colors a shine and the answer put all of it together like a prism.
Brilliant interview.
Nice setup! Good lighting. Comfortable chairs. Complementary champagne!
When I was in high school, my buddy befriended a college guy who owned a house; inside were pool tables, movie posters, and a big guy with a beard who only ever wore sweat pants. Every time we visited, a party was well underway. Crowded, smoke-filled rooms where R.E.M. played after Warrant on the stereo. (This was the mid-90s). A can of beer would be tossed to you when you walked through the door. But, I didn’t drink at the time! And! The owner of the house, the guy throwing the never-ending party? He didn’t either. When he realized the unopened beer cans being set on end tables were being left by me, he started calling me Eagle Scout and gave me an open invitation to grab a Coca-Cola from his refrigerator whenever we visited.
There’s something incredibly fascinating to me about this type of character/personality. The person who goes out of their way to ensure everyone else is having a good time, even when everyone else’ idea of a good time doesn’t align with their own.
I’m just now listening to this and you are talking about how Tom Spanbauer told your writing group that you should be there because you love writing and ‘because there is nothing more fun and more frightening to you than this thing’… Writing scares the hell out of me. I’ve discovered that I love it. I think I can be good enough to grow an audience. But it scares the hell out of me because I’m afraid my first story could get me fired from my job and it really freaks me out to think that at that point I’d be really vulnerable. It seems like you sort of flew by the seat of your pants and didn’t care? Or is that not true? Early on were you ever freaked out about your future if it didn’t work out?
My dream podcast for Chuck would be with Jordan Peterson, so they could discuss the virtues of nihilism and ways of finding yourself in chaos.