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Thursday, May 12, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
On the organization of thought process
As I sit at my desk in my bedroom at almost 2 in the morning I contemplate how I came to be here. A lot has happened over the past few days including the oh-so-tragic Japan, and once again my head is starting to turn in a different direction.
I think this narrative will have to start a week before last Thursday before the week off for spring break. I left on an early absence for my final exams to participate in a festival of tradition and classical music. Skipping 3 finals was an easy price to pay until I had to make them up earlier today, but that's a later story. Thursday: leave and practice. Friday: practice. Saturday: practice, concert (Dvorkak New World Movement IV is SO GOOD), ride home, arrive home around 11.
Sleep.
Pack.
Get in car.
Go to Target.
Obtain remnants of childhood.
Airport.
As my family returns home, I literally have no more than ten hours in my sanctuary of home before it's off to Montana for the next big adventure. Sunday: get skis. Monday: lessons. Tuesday: overski. Wednesday: be tired. Thursday: be tired still. Friday: return home. Does that seem like a giant metaphor of life to anyone else? Learn what you should do, do what you should do, then be too tired to enjoy any of it. I question society.
Yet, as I remain physically unable to participate in skiing, I logged nearly 50 hours into the new Pokemon Black. I'll go into the details of how I got into pokemon later, but I have played it since Silver and it still provides me relief to everyday stresses when I need it. It's one of the last things I can attach innocence, freedom, and carelessness from my childhood to. I'm playing it right now.
Saturday: sleep, wake, practice in a band for our school's field day, enjoy the songs thouroughly, curse inconveniently placed DST.
Sunday: spend almost 10 hours with someone who understands me and thinks almost exactly the way I do. That was my true vacation the entire spring break.
Sleep.
Wake.
School. Real world. Stress. Schedule. Information overload. Headaches. Worry. Stress.
Final exams. Two.
Not that they were hard, but coming back to this world of grading, stress, and trying to outmatch everyone else was one of the hardest things I've done in a while. I literally came home around 5:30, passed out on my bed, and woke up around 11:30. My homework awaits me.
I also think about Japan, the fragility of our lives, why we continue to live in these stressful and volatile world conditions when apparently we can still never win. And we still can't get along as a species. Why am I here? I want to help, but I don't know how. I don't know when. I don't even know iF.
I think this narrative will have to start a week before last Thursday before the week off for spring break. I left on an early absence for my final exams to participate in a festival of tradition and classical music. Skipping 3 finals was an easy price to pay until I had to make them up earlier today, but that's a later story. Thursday: leave and practice. Friday: practice. Saturday: practice, concert (Dvorkak New World Movement IV is SO GOOD), ride home, arrive home around 11.
Sleep.
Pack.
Get in car.
Go to Target.
Obtain remnants of childhood.
Airport.
As my family returns home, I literally have no more than ten hours in my sanctuary of home before it's off to Montana for the next big adventure. Sunday: get skis. Monday: lessons. Tuesday: overski. Wednesday: be tired. Thursday: be tired still. Friday: return home. Does that seem like a giant metaphor of life to anyone else? Learn what you should do, do what you should do, then be too tired to enjoy any of it. I question society.
Yet, as I remain physically unable to participate in skiing, I logged nearly 50 hours into the new Pokemon Black. I'll go into the details of how I got into pokemon later, but I have played it since Silver and it still provides me relief to everyday stresses when I need it. It's one of the last things I can attach innocence, freedom, and carelessness from my childhood to. I'm playing it right now.
Saturday: sleep, wake, practice in a band for our school's field day, enjoy the songs thouroughly, curse inconveniently placed DST.
Sunday: spend almost 10 hours with someone who understands me and thinks almost exactly the way I do. That was my true vacation the entire spring break.
Sleep.
Wake.
School. Real world. Stress. Schedule. Information overload. Headaches. Worry. Stress.
Final exams. Two.
Not that they were hard, but coming back to this world of grading, stress, and trying to outmatch everyone else was one of the hardest things I've done in a while. I literally came home around 5:30, passed out on my bed, and woke up around 11:30. My homework awaits me.
I also think about Japan, the fragility of our lives, why we continue to live in these stressful and volatile world conditions when apparently we can still never win. And we still can't get along as a species. Why am I here? I want to help, but I don't know how. I don't know when. I don't even know iF.
Monday, February 28, 2011
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
2 cents for today
It's time for another iFamot theory/theories!
Ready?
Sometimes I wonder a lot about friendships. I don't exactly know how to phrase this so I'm just going to throw it out there. I sometimes wonder what the world would be like if this was how a normal person's psychology worked (maybe it actually is).
What if everyone only made friendships to manipulate people. Say you get to know someone really well, but it turns out you only did that so you can destroy the infrastructure inside their head and make them kill themselves. These seems radical, but it's just a theory on one way to look at things. I obviously would never do this, but it really makes you wonder who you can really trust.
Now, I have something more important. What do we as humans seek in life? I think the answer in short is mostly relationships. We seek relationships and we seek to know about other people. We take it slowly and crack the egg to their secrets and reasoning and mind open little by little. We do this, we want to help, and we want to be remembered as someone who could be trusted. I've been trying this the past couple of months and I like where its heading. Obviously, this reason to get to know people seems much better than the first mentioned reason.
But you never know. A well trusted psychopath could kill us all one day.
Um. Ya. I'll probably talk more about this later. Please comment on this post if you have anything at all to say on this subject.
Ready?
Sometimes I wonder a lot about friendships. I don't exactly know how to phrase this so I'm just going to throw it out there. I sometimes wonder what the world would be like if this was how a normal person's psychology worked (maybe it actually is).
What if everyone only made friendships to manipulate people. Say you get to know someone really well, but it turns out you only did that so you can destroy the infrastructure inside their head and make them kill themselves. These seems radical, but it's just a theory on one way to look at things. I obviously would never do this, but it really makes you wonder who you can really trust.
Now, I have something more important. What do we as humans seek in life? I think the answer in short is mostly relationships. We seek relationships and we seek to know about other people. We take it slowly and crack the egg to their secrets and reasoning and mind open little by little. We do this, we want to help, and we want to be remembered as someone who could be trusted. I've been trying this the past couple of months and I like where its heading. Obviously, this reason to get to know people seems much better than the first mentioned reason.
But you never know. A well trusted psychopath could kill us all one day.
Um. Ya. I'll probably talk more about this later. Please comment on this post if you have anything at all to say on this subject.
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