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[aviolentrage]

Existing is such a strange thing that I sometimes wonder how people--including myself--are able to will themselves to accomplish anything while knowing so little.  Really, what does it mean to live and to have a consciousness?  I'd put down something pretentious and "creative" if the question were an item on a survey, but when I have only myself to

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[jessikah]

Well, Joe, at least you know even if things get very difficult at MSU, you can always come online and talk meaningless shit to me, and I'll be completely okay with it. You have that to comfort you throughout the unknowing. :)

Good post.

[spunkymonkey]

And to be fair, no enticing characteristic in particular makes the now so important: it has an ever-changing face and makes no promises. It has but one pull: it is the only reality that will ever exist.

That really is true. I've been thinking about this a lot lately myself. While I'm stripping the wax of some dorm room floor, or sweeping peanut M&M's down the stairwell, I usually have time to really think about myself and how I'm living my life. And usually, I find myself evaluating my own happiness and my own anxieties. And they're always relative to that particular moment: what I worry about today I will probably not care much about next week, and the things that are making me exceedingly happy right now will not console me when I'm down a few days in the future. I can look back, but really, things will have changed and can never be exactly the same again.

By the way, I quit smoking, ratburst. Mostly because I can't afford cigarettes. Also because I burned a hole in the new carpet. :(:(:(