Nov 11, 2004 21:38
It has been eight months away from this and 11-11 is a good enough day to start again as any. Make a wish.
Earlier today I was thinking about my Existentialism class when a guy told the professor that he thought the subject matter was depressing and full of despair. The prof. said that not only was the subject matter like that. life could be like that too. He also told the student that if he was afraid of the truth he should drop the class. He sort of hinted that staying in the class could help him find ways of coping with the truth, or at least help him come to terms with his own existence. The only problem I see with that is that the prof and all of the gtfs (graduate teaching fellows or TAs) went out drinking every night.
Do we have to be perpetually drunk to deal with our existence?
Why do we have to deal with it?
Im going to Ben's Brewery.