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Listen up, kids. I am about to impart my actual thoughts to you. That never happens. So pay attention.
coffeegeek has proposed starting a group for philosopical discussions. I am all for it. However, I do not think such a group goes far enough to suit my current needs.
I am bored, folks. As oz_the_geek has pointed out, I am "the absurdest of the Absurdists." Right now, I am afraid my life is the life any intelligent, apathetic, hyper, spontaneous, liberal college student would live. I am up at all hours of the night and day conversing with friends, going random places to do random things on the spur of the moment. And I have decided that it is not enough. "Reductio ad Absurdum." Reduce to the extremes. I am comfortable with my lifestyle. When an absurdist is comfortable, it means that he or she has, well, failed.
I propose a change in the agenda of the new group. We should not only discuss philosophy, but the great works of art and literature; we should eat at a different restaraunt every time we meet; we should watch foreign documentaries and teach each other the languages we have studied. More, we should challenge each other to develop our own artistic talents, each person drawing or writing or performing as suits his or her whim, but everyone contributing something. And, if I may truly travel to the extremes and challenge all our inhibitions, we must spread our renaissance. I challenge you, brethren, to read poems aloud in the middle of Fred Meyers; to paint pictures and tape them to fences and walls across the city; to hold signs on street corners, not with any political message, but simply reading "I Love You." I have been told countless times that I am wasting my potential, and I know I tend to associate only with those at least as creative, intelligent, or talented as myself. For those of you in HG, "The House Always Wins." If we wish to slack around town, play video games, and eat dinner at Denny's at 7am, then we have proven our skills in this area. If we wish to be our own revolution, we will succeed in that as well.
I issue an invitation to go on an adventure. If you find that you increasingly just don't care; if you find yourself sitting in your room doing nothing because there is nothing worth doing; if you find that you are the cynical ex-revolutionary you swore you would never be; if you want to make a difference but you fear you never will; if you feel any of the things I feel, comment or talk to me.
"There's so much I could do, and there's so much I could be,
I might fall in love with you, I might learn how to be me,
I would make a million movies, I'd right all the wrongs in life,
I could find the cure for cancer, Should I just end it with a knife?
It's easier this way I don't have to deal with the pain I just scream out all my rage right before I go insane
I still want to save the world but there's nothing worth believing so my fists become uncurled and I'm sick of stupid dreaming
I'm selling out again..." and I'm sick of selling out. Who's with me?
coffeegeek has proposed starting a group for philosopical discussions. I am all for it. However, I do not think such a group goes far enough to suit my current needs.
I am bored, folks. As oz_the_geek has pointed out, I am "the absurdest of the Absurdists." Right now, I am afraid my life is the life any intelligent, apathetic, hyper, spontaneous, liberal college student would live. I am up at all hours of the night and day conversing with friends, going random places to do random things on the spur of the moment. And I have decided that it is not enough. "Reductio ad Absurdum." Reduce to the extremes. I am comfortable with my lifestyle. When an absurdist is comfortable, it means that he or she has, well, failed.
I propose a change in the agenda of the new group. We should not only discuss philosophy, but the great works of art and literature; we should eat at a different restaraunt every time we meet; we should watch foreign documentaries and teach each other the languages we have studied. More, we should challenge each other to develop our own artistic talents, each person drawing or writing or performing as suits his or her whim, but everyone contributing something. And, if I may truly travel to the extremes and challenge all our inhibitions, we must spread our renaissance. I challenge you, brethren, to read poems aloud in the middle of Fred Meyers; to paint pictures and tape them to fences and walls across the city; to hold signs on street corners, not with any political message, but simply reading "I Love You." I have been told countless times that I am wasting my potential, and I know I tend to associate only with those at least as creative, intelligent, or talented as myself. For those of you in HG, "The House Always Wins." If we wish to slack around town, play video games, and eat dinner at Denny's at 7am, then we have proven our skills in this area. If we wish to be our own revolution, we will succeed in that as well.
I issue an invitation to go on an adventure. If you find that you increasingly just don't care; if you find yourself sitting in your room doing nothing because there is nothing worth doing; if you find that you are the cynical ex-revolutionary you swore you would never be; if you want to make a difference but you fear you never will; if you feel any of the things I feel, comment or talk to me.
"There's so much I could do, and there's so much I could be,
I might fall in love with you, I might learn how to be me,
I would make a million movies, I'd right all the wrongs in life,
I could find the cure for cancer, Should I just end it with a knife?
It's easier this way I don't have to deal with the pain I just scream out all my rage right before I go insane
I still want to save the world but there's nothing worth believing so my fists become uncurled and I'm sick of stupid dreaming
I'm selling out again..." and I'm sick of selling out. Who's with me?