Am I getting what I need?
Although, knowing what I need would help me figure out whether I am getting it or not.
If I am questioning it, then does that mean that I am not getting it? Or is that just a natural human condition-to question everything?
Do humans really ever "need" anything? Or do we just "want" everything.
And if we are really just wanting everything, then is it really only wanting? Constant want comes from a constant lack. And if we are constantly lacking something, then doesn't that mean that we need it?
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
It happened...again
Timing is very interesting.
"It doesn't rain, it pours" is probably one of my favorite sayings. There is no such thing as a little sprinkle. But that is probably because it is too small to notice...or I just refuse to.
Maybe, because a single event is isolated, it does not stand out.
Take for instance, falling up stairs. I do it quite frequently (it being easier than falling down stairs), but I only really notice that it happens when it occurs more than once in a short amount of time. There are many times, I am sure, that I have fallen up the stairs going to class, only I don't remember because I did not trip again soon after.
Or, getting bruises. I don't know how many times I have forgotten where a random bruise has come from. But on a clumsy day, I remember each and every incident that resulted in slight internal bleeding.
The isolation theory might explain a lot, but I am not sure what. It might be one of those ideas that needs to fester for a while (that imagery was a little disconcerting...how about, has to be mulled over a little or simmer a bit).
Anyway.
All I know is that the explanations will come to full fruition. As it so happens, that fruition will probably come into being only when the other ideas that have needed to ripen do.
Timing isn't just interesting, it's everything.
"It doesn't rain, it pours" is probably one of my favorite sayings. There is no such thing as a little sprinkle. But that is probably because it is too small to notice...or I just refuse to.
Maybe, because a single event is isolated, it does not stand out.
Take for instance, falling up stairs. I do it quite frequently (it being easier than falling down stairs), but I only really notice that it happens when it occurs more than once in a short amount of time. There are many times, I am sure, that I have fallen up the stairs going to class, only I don't remember because I did not trip again soon after.
Or, getting bruises. I don't know how many times I have forgotten where a random bruise has come from. But on a clumsy day, I remember each and every incident that resulted in slight internal bleeding.
The isolation theory might explain a lot, but I am not sure what. It might be one of those ideas that needs to fester for a while (that imagery was a little disconcerting...how about, has to be mulled over a little or simmer a bit).
Anyway.
All I know is that the explanations will come to full fruition. As it so happens, that fruition will probably come into being only when the other ideas that have needed to ripen do.
Timing isn't just interesting, it's everything.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Musings
I need a muse.
How do I go about obtaining one though?
Maybe, if I poured some creative juices on a trap that would then spring when the muse came to cultivate it I would be able to...no, a captive muse would never help me in my endeavors.
I could make a bargain with it: I give it something for its guidance and inspiration. But, what would a muse want that I could offer...I'm NOT gonna sell my SOULl!
First-born children are supposedly a hot commodity. But is it really fair to bargain someone's existence without their previous permission? Besides, what I love my first-born? What?! It could happen!
I suppose I could borrow one (muse, not first-born). Unfortunately, I think muse's are tailor-made for their specific inspiree.
Man, I'm in a pickle. I need a muse, but apparently, I need one to be able to figure out a way to get one. PARADOXES! YOU'RE KILLING ME!
(Stops, eyes widen with a frightening new understanding, and then blinks) Oh goodness...if you're telling me that one of my muses' is Paradox, I'm gonna to go insane...but then again, Insanity is said to be a pretty good muse.
How do I go about obtaining one though?
Maybe, if I poured some creative juices on a trap that would then spring when the muse came to cultivate it I would be able to...no, a captive muse would never help me in my endeavors.
I could make a bargain with it: I give it something for its guidance and inspiration. But, what would a muse want that I could offer...I'm NOT gonna sell my SOULl!
First-born children are supposedly a hot commodity. But is it really fair to bargain someone's existence without their previous permission? Besides, what I love my first-born? What?! It could happen!
I suppose I could borrow one (muse, not first-born). Unfortunately, I think muse's are tailor-made for their specific inspiree.
Man, I'm in a pickle. I need a muse, but apparently, I need one to be able to figure out a way to get one. PARADOXES! YOU'RE KILLING ME!
(Stops, eyes widen with a frightening new understanding, and then blinks) Oh goodness...if you're telling me that one of my muses' is Paradox, I'm gonna to go insane...but then again, Insanity is said to be a pretty good muse.
Friday, February 27, 2009
This is what happens at mid-night
Last night I was thinking (I do this quite often and very effectively, so please keep cheeky comments to yourself) and one thought struck me as particularly interesting.
People synchronize themselves with the other people they come in contact with. The way they talk or move. Phrases they use. Hand gestures, sitting posture. Any number of things.
Have you ever noticed that when two people are in a deep conversation with each other, they start to move the same way at around the same time. One takes a drink of water, and the other one (unknowingly) takes one as well. Legs cross and uncross together. Hands start to do the same actions. Facial expressions become similar. I noticed that I have even started blinking like the other person.
What about Super Heroes and their Arch-nemesi?
People synchronize themselves with the other people they come in contact with. The way they talk or move. Phrases they use. Hand gestures, sitting posture. Any number of things.
Have you ever noticed that when two people are in a deep conversation with each other, they start to move the same way at around the same time. One takes a drink of water, and the other one (unknowingly) takes one as well. Legs cross and uncross together. Hands start to do the same actions. Facial expressions become similar. I noticed that I have even started blinking like the other person.
What about Super Heroes and their Arch-nemesi?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
That's what you think
Sometimes, I think people take what I say too seriously.
Truthfully, half of my conversations are there purely for entertainment purposes. If I am not interested in what is being said, I say something that makes it interesting to me.
Not to mention, most of my ideas are half-baked. I think they are interesting, but further analysis proves them to have a million holes in the logic. It is all a game to see how convincing I can be while making things up off the top of my head.
The key is starting with a real hypothesis. Then I take it as far as possible until it becomes to ludicrous to even debate believing. Of course, I never let it get quite that far. As it turns out, my random trains of thought tend to be taken as what I truly think. It is an exercise for my wit, and I have no idea when I stated doing it.
This entry has been just that. I took an idea that popped into my head, and tried to make it sound convincing. So what can you believe when you read what I write? Basically, only the main idea. All of the supporting ideas and some of the examples are exaggerations. My writing is entertaining, that is all. Well, not all of it. Some of it is true, I can tell which is which, but maybe you can't. That is alright with me though, because truthfully, I write this blog just for me. I try to be entertaining so others have fun reading it, but I really only write it to get some ideas and feelings out.
Hmm, I was just figured it out. I write for one reason: to entertain myself. Not to get ideas and feelings out, I can talk about those. No, I write so I can be entertained by my own writings. Haha, that's funny. I never knew that.
Truthfully, half of my conversations are there purely for entertainment purposes. If I am not interested in what is being said, I say something that makes it interesting to me.
Not to mention, most of my ideas are half-baked. I think they are interesting, but further analysis proves them to have a million holes in the logic. It is all a game to see how convincing I can be while making things up off the top of my head.
The key is starting with a real hypothesis. Then I take it as far as possible until it becomes to ludicrous to even debate believing. Of course, I never let it get quite that far. As it turns out, my random trains of thought tend to be taken as what I truly think. It is an exercise for my wit, and I have no idea when I stated doing it.
This entry has been just that. I took an idea that popped into my head, and tried to make it sound convincing. So what can you believe when you read what I write? Basically, only the main idea. All of the supporting ideas and some of the examples are exaggerations. My writing is entertaining, that is all. Well, not all of it. Some of it is true, I can tell which is which, but maybe you can't. That is alright with me though, because truthfully, I write this blog just for me. I try to be entertaining so others have fun reading it, but I really only write it to get some ideas and feelings out.
Hmm, I was just figured it out. I write for one reason: to entertain myself. Not to get ideas and feelings out, I can talk about those. No, I write so I can be entertained by my own writings. Haha, that's funny. I never knew that.