shallow
I've called myself shallow this year. What I mean is, I don't have a lot of layers. My inner workings, insofar as they are accessible by language, are accessible by the me that speaks honestly to itself, and it would be only a matter of finding the right questions to coax anything that I'm not saying out of me. If an individual changes when exposed to a contradiction they espouse, I welcome others to point out internal contradictions, and it's not hard because everything is so near the surface already.
That is perhaps why I like these blog things.
Also, I have a preference for one kind of simplicity. I like fruits and unprepared foods. I like music whose immediate sound I immediately like, and I like music unashamed of its source material, proud of its source material. Whatever that means. To sum up:
beginning with multiple trivial premises, whose interrelations are what makes it interesting, makes my head spin a little.
beginning with a single impossible alien premise (all wrapped into one) I face readily.
So, a preference for surface simplicity. If you can hide all your complex counterintuitive ideas behind a single word, I'll swallow it when I swallow the word.
I wonder if others are different.
That is perhaps why I like these blog things.
Also, I have a preference for one kind of simplicity. I like fruits and unprepared foods. I like music whose immediate sound I immediately like, and I like music unashamed of its source material, proud of its source material. Whatever that means. To sum up:
beginning with multiple trivial premises, whose interrelations are what makes it interesting, makes my head spin a little.
beginning with a single impossible alien premise (all wrapped into one) I face readily.
So, a preference for surface simplicity. If you can hide all your complex counterintuitive ideas behind a single word, I'll swallow it when I swallow the word.
I wonder if others are different.