I find myself in my old bedroom at home, my old stereo playing old songs I've never even heard, with my parents purposely not passing by the doorway. Shadows are afraid here. -- I've been here I don't know how long- for a week, a month, an hour? I don't know
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If it's any consolation, my life is fucked up too.
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Who said it's fucked up? I think it's time for people to seriously reconsider their definitions.
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I say it's fucked up. I should know. And my definition of fucked up is very simple. My life is in pieces, it has been destroyed. Ergo, Fucked Up. Clear?
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Please don't nail your feet to the floorboards. The idea sends a chill up my spine like you would not believe.
~ June Connors
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I wouldn't literally. At least not today. My state of mind is surprisingly stable - relative to how it usually is, I do mean.
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Well, that's good to hear. I'm against the literal nailing of feet to the floor as a general rule.
~ June
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Quite wise.
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If S had chosen to do otherwise, of course she would have done otherwise--for she can, according to Schopenhauer, only make that one decision on that matter in that instant forevermore.
But then, did she really choose one or the other? Or did human primacy and desire's preeminence over intellect deprive S of even that one choice guaranteed by our German philosopher?
Of course, then we are back to Free Will.
The nails won't keep meyou still; like is relative; the prophets didn't say.
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Ah, I'm sorry to have muddled that up. I wasn't referring to Schopenhauer when I began to propose the Free Will argument. I was merely quoting him.
Quite right. That's the argument, really. Free Will or causal determination? Or, well, Fatalism. Or a bit of all.
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