Comments | etchedonbone: do we really change?

etchedonbone

do we really change?

Sep 02, 2006 23:52

When does our actions signify actual change in who we are. Our Actions are driven by this large genetic paternal maternal material make-ups. It's a funny face. Makes me pretend to be happy when I'm not. Dance when I make a fool of myself. Say I am "good" but I am "bad". Leave a conversation when it hurts. Sleep on one side of the bed when the other ( Read more... )

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inclementine September 3 2006, 06:36:38 UTC

I've missed you.

lickerish September 6 2006, 20:32:01 UTC

Sometimes I just pretend things are different for a long time until they actually become different. You know things have changed when what used to feel like the present now feels like the past. It's like a brain trick. I don't know if the psychologists recommend it though.

lickerish September 6 2006, 20:32:35 UTC

so my answer is yes

but is our thoughts "us" lickerish September 13 2006, 03:10:46 UTC

Well, I've stopped caring right now. I may care again. We will see. Maybe everything is so interconnected that we have no choice. That's the easiest solution. No thing has ever happened that didn't happen. So I'll leave a plague of a song I loveIn 1984 I was hospitalized for approaching perfection ( ... )

thumbellina59 October 4 2006, 15:38:42 UTC

our actions are not the result of genetics or heritage. they're the result of you. you choose them, even if the choice is an accident.

i'm not too sure etchedonbone October 4 2006, 15:45:17 UTC

genetics predispose people to mental illness. does that change the what you do.

Re: i'm not too sure thumbellina59 October 20 2006, 03:07:04 UTC

no, but it works as a really convenient excuse. that i no longer perpetuate, or accept.

etchedonbone October 18 2006, 05:33:00 UTC

They shot the tiger on his chain
In a field behind the cages
He walked in circles 'til he was crazy
And he lived that way forever
And he lived that way beside them,
Separate from the other tigers
He did not know another tiger

They shot the tiger on his chain
In a field behind the cages
He walked in circles 'til he was crazy
And he lived that way forever
And he lived that way forever
Just as long as he could remember
If he'd wanted to remember

It was the last time he had felt alive
When he saw that brown-haired lady
She fed him with a bottle as a baby
And he recalled her face and smile
They shot that tiger on his chain

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