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I remember when I didn't use to be such a pile of crap.
In fact, I remember when there were one or two things I actually excelled at. Now I'm just mediocre if not deficient in all things. I'm sure I'm exaggerating right now, but that's how my emotions always are--overly-inflated and exaggerated.
Take for example, me actually being up at this time ( Read more... )
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Feel free to tell me anything, anytime, no matter how long-winded the details may seem. Your living and working in this mountain/air force community interests me beyond what you can comprehend.
I'm proud to call you a friend if you want, I can go utilize your backyard for you at any time. Some hacky sack, a picnic, whatever...
And staring at people and/or inanimate objects is not weird.
Or at least not to me...
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Me too, which goes a long way toward explaining why someone like me would be interested in something like philosophy. My favorite branch is Value Theory because, if I can figure out what to value, I can pursue that. But until I've done this, it feels like I'm pretending the things I do are important -- but I don't really know if they are! I accuse myself of doing things that I'm good at or that I like (for some evolution-induced, irrational reason, no doubt!) because it gives me some sort of pleasure, despite my conscious rejection of this DISGUSTING, vile epidemic known as Hedonism.
Many times I wish I could sit down, person-to-person, with several of my friends and just talk forever, explain what my day is like, give them a good mental image of how the "world" (if you can even call it that) is in my life right now. But then I realize, ( ... )
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