My brain just works better.
Alright, so I'm at that level where after smoking weed your brain has had its' break and your cognitive faculties actually experience a temporary increase. I'm not saying it happens a lot, or necessarily to everyone, but motherfucker it happens to ME and I like thinking deep thoughts sometimes.
I'm also considering breaking into crappy Menthol Spirits I bought by accident.
Why do people act so differently from others? I tend to think of peoples' cognition as being made up of basic elements; inner child, fear, sanity, along with a level of intellect, just to name a few, but I'm having an almost impossible time trying to explain why people are the way they are. I have no idea what the words pop psychology mean, so forgive me, but the gears grinding together inside people just don't seem to be able to explain why people project the personas they do or make the choices they make anymore. This would be a better conversation as a duet, but it's 4:15 and I don't know anyone who likes this sort of thing.
I suppose if I had to pick one defining aspect of myself it would be madness. Pure and simple. I've accepted the fact, in good ol' Socratic tradition, that people have no idea why they do what they do and if they think otherwise they're fooling themselves. There may very well be a God planning and plotting everything out beforehand, but we'll never know. You might act for the betterment of society or to help the world, but you've never met the world, you don't know it. People only act like that out of a sense of superiority or because they think they should.
On the other side, people who let their feelings run their lives can be dominated so incredibly easily by the cunning. Never con an honest John? Right.
I met a stripper the other night, she left me with a bad taste in my mouth but she didn't strike me as evil. Nothing does anymore. I've just sort of grimly accepted life in all of its forms and varieties, even though I'm still looking for something to point to and go there, that is evil in its heart, at its purest. Ignorance isn't evil, it just doesn't know any better. Willful stupidity isn't even evil to me, because how big a hypocrite would I be if I thought it was? People turn their noses up at churches without ever trying to understand why people go there; even when someone offers to explain it to them, to try and show them they refuse reflexively. That, my friends, is called hypocrisy.
Yup, I'm gonna go have a stoge.
I'm also considering breaking into crappy Menthol Spirits I bought by accident.
Why do people act so differently from others? I tend to think of peoples' cognition as being made up of basic elements; inner child, fear, sanity, along with a level of intellect, just to name a few, but I'm having an almost impossible time trying to explain why people are the way they are. I have no idea what the words pop psychology mean, so forgive me, but the gears grinding together inside people just don't seem to be able to explain why people project the personas they do or make the choices they make anymore. This would be a better conversation as a duet, but it's 4:15 and I don't know anyone who likes this sort of thing.
I suppose if I had to pick one defining aspect of myself it would be madness. Pure and simple. I've accepted the fact, in good ol' Socratic tradition, that people have no idea why they do what they do and if they think otherwise they're fooling themselves. There may very well be a God planning and plotting everything out beforehand, but we'll never know. You might act for the betterment of society or to help the world, but you've never met the world, you don't know it. People only act like that out of a sense of superiority or because they think they should.
On the other side, people who let their feelings run their lives can be dominated so incredibly easily by the cunning. Never con an honest John? Right.
I met a stripper the other night, she left me with a bad taste in my mouth but she didn't strike me as evil. Nothing does anymore. I've just sort of grimly accepted life in all of its forms and varieties, even though I'm still looking for something to point to and go there, that is evil in its heart, at its purest. Ignorance isn't evil, it just doesn't know any better. Willful stupidity isn't even evil to me, because how big a hypocrite would I be if I thought it was? People turn their noses up at churches without ever trying to understand why people go there; even when someone offers to explain it to them, to try and show them they refuse reflexively. That, my friends, is called hypocrisy.
Yup, I'm gonna go have a stoge.