More Philosophy, Sort Of
It's nanowrimo time of year again. And a certain someone reminded me to participate. Here's what I got in 15 minutes.
Everything turns out alright in the end. It has to. That's just the way the world works. Whatever occurs is what was obviously supposed to have occured. Any other possibilities are useless because they don't really exist.
Mind boggling, isn't it? But that's just the way the world works. If this argument I was making wasn't logical, it wouldn't make any sense would it. But what I have to say makes all of the sense in the world. But of course, it only makes sense because it makes sense. Consider the following example: Evolution.
This may perhaps be a philosophical discussion and I hope that you do believe that evolution actually occured, otherwise this whole discussion may seem to have no purpose to you. It may seem to be an "illusion". Oh well. (This rant has a purpose, just hold on, okay?).
Consider the world. Wait no! Before the world. Consider the huge clump of matter that existed before the big bang. Why was it there? Why was it floating in space? Obviously it had to explode, causing planets to form where eventually unidentified causes would cause life to begin in some sort of strange place where life is no longer found anymore. If life had not been created, would the matter that existed have this purpose? Hell no. At best it would probably have been God's abstract art.
Ha! Abstract art. Like I was saying, I'm telling you all this for a purpose, and it all has to do with abstract art.
My story, you see, has an amazing ending. It has more twists and turns then the small intestine (or maybe the large intestine I don't remember which one twists more often). The thing is, I believed in this philosophy rather vehemently. In fact, it determined much of the way I decided to act. Basing your whole life on some flimsy, paradoxical philosophy does seem a little strange. And it certainly is.
Basically, I interpreted conicidence. Anything that didn't happen, wasn't meant to be. Oh look, I happened to forget to buy the veal for dinner tonight. Who knows? Maybe it had mad cow disease? Maybe I'd already eaten my daily supply of protein? Maybe the chicken I ate instead had some weird mutant anti-oxidant that will prevent me from getting cancer? How the hell am I supposed to know? All I know is that I didn't eat veal for a while after that.
Coincidence. There is no such thing as coincidence. That's what I've learned. Way back when I was developing this theory, when I was just a young teeter-tottering, teenager fresh out of puberty, I was actually still in puberty. Anyway, I had a crush on a certain someone, who will forever remained unnamed except I'll call them "Random Crush 1". I didn't know much about Random Crush 1 except that I knew who they were and thought that we would be quite an amazing couple. I didn't really have anything to judge this assumption by, because I'd never actually been in any sort of relationship, physical, emotional or fictional, but still, it just felt right.
One day after school, I was walking down the street, because I missed the bus because I had to ask my last period teacher for extra help because I'd forgotten to do my homework because I was stressed because my mom was lecturing me because she was annoyed that some jerk had cut her off in traffic which in turn was because he was trying to rush to the hospital which was because he had eaten veal which was because it was still in the store because I had forgotten to buy it, etc. Anyway, I was walking down the street, and I bumped into Random Crush 1, who was probably walking down the street because of some crazy string of cause and effect, or maybe they just walked down that particular street every day. I don't know.
Anyway, I went up and talked to my Random Crush, trying to know if my interest was founded, insane or irregardlessly useless. All I got out of it was a twenty minute conversation and a black eye (that was because my crush had just broken up a previous relationship) so obviously, we would have been miserable together. I was, however, proud of that black eye, and will be 'til the day I die. And it was that courage that I built up in that situation that encouraged me to get lots of black eyes in the future, because of which I missed many, theoretically fatal, appointments.
This sort of logic dictates my life and it seems to work fairly well. This is of course because every decision I have made has brought me up to this current point from which I can look back and think about how smart I was to end up in this situation, if not because I'm in an awesome position at the moment, then because I will be in an awesome position in the future.
Everything turns out alright in the end. It has to. That's just the way the world works. Whatever occurs is what was obviously supposed to have occured. Any other possibilities are useless because they don't really exist.
Mind boggling, isn't it? But that's just the way the world works. If this argument I was making wasn't logical, it wouldn't make any sense would it. But what I have to say makes all of the sense in the world. But of course, it only makes sense because it makes sense. Consider the following example: Evolution.
This may perhaps be a philosophical discussion and I hope that you do believe that evolution actually occured, otherwise this whole discussion may seem to have no purpose to you. It may seem to be an "illusion". Oh well. (This rant has a purpose, just hold on, okay?).
Consider the world. Wait no! Before the world. Consider the huge clump of matter that existed before the big bang. Why was it there? Why was it floating in space? Obviously it had to explode, causing planets to form where eventually unidentified causes would cause life to begin in some sort of strange place where life is no longer found anymore. If life had not been created, would the matter that existed have this purpose? Hell no. At best it would probably have been God's abstract art.
Ha! Abstract art. Like I was saying, I'm telling you all this for a purpose, and it all has to do with abstract art.
My story, you see, has an amazing ending. It has more twists and turns then the small intestine (or maybe the large intestine I don't remember which one twists more often). The thing is, I believed in this philosophy rather vehemently. In fact, it determined much of the way I decided to act. Basing your whole life on some flimsy, paradoxical philosophy does seem a little strange. And it certainly is.
Basically, I interpreted conicidence. Anything that didn't happen, wasn't meant to be. Oh look, I happened to forget to buy the veal for dinner tonight. Who knows? Maybe it had mad cow disease? Maybe I'd already eaten my daily supply of protein? Maybe the chicken I ate instead had some weird mutant anti-oxidant that will prevent me from getting cancer? How the hell am I supposed to know? All I know is that I didn't eat veal for a while after that.
Coincidence. There is no such thing as coincidence. That's what I've learned. Way back when I was developing this theory, when I was just a young teeter-tottering, teenager fresh out of puberty, I was actually still in puberty. Anyway, I had a crush on a certain someone, who will forever remained unnamed except I'll call them "Random Crush 1". I didn't know much about Random Crush 1 except that I knew who they were and thought that we would be quite an amazing couple. I didn't really have anything to judge this assumption by, because I'd never actually been in any sort of relationship, physical, emotional or fictional, but still, it just felt right.
One day after school, I was walking down the street, because I missed the bus because I had to ask my last period teacher for extra help because I'd forgotten to do my homework because I was stressed because my mom was lecturing me because she was annoyed that some jerk had cut her off in traffic which in turn was because he was trying to rush to the hospital which was because he had eaten veal which was because it was still in the store because I had forgotten to buy it, etc. Anyway, I was walking down the street, and I bumped into Random Crush 1, who was probably walking down the street because of some crazy string of cause and effect, or maybe they just walked down that particular street every day. I don't know.
Anyway, I went up and talked to my Random Crush, trying to know if my interest was founded, insane or irregardlessly useless. All I got out of it was a twenty minute conversation and a black eye (that was because my crush had just broken up a previous relationship) so obviously, we would have been miserable together. I was, however, proud of that black eye, and will be 'til the day I die. And it was that courage that I built up in that situation that encouraged me to get lots of black eyes in the future, because of which I missed many, theoretically fatal, appointments.
This sort of logic dictates my life and it seems to work fairly well. This is of course because every decision I have made has brought me up to this current point from which I can look back and think about how smart I was to end up in this situation, if not because I'm in an awesome position at the moment, then because I will be in an awesome position in the future.