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This semester already feels odd. But then, I feel more odd than anything else. Back at work, an hour and a half early, which is some sort of miraculous record. As my added bonus work is just as dreary as I remember it being. I think school is just not very good for me. I know it is, and I know what isn't. But it is easier for me to pretend that I don't know what is going on. Life just isn't very nice right now and I am just dealing with that right now. Really, it's so easy to be quippy or sad or whatever, but no one really cares. And if they do, it's because they are crazy. I mean, yes we can all care to an extent; however, that is not on top of anyone's list. Just being so "blah blah blah my life is blah blah blah" is like a staple to human existence at this point. And believe, I never bypass this hackneyed topic in writing or in person, it just hits me sometimes that life is NOT bad. Well, at least, if life is "bad" for everyone, then we need to redefine "bad" and realize that it is nothing more than normal. I think that everyone is "depressed" then it's probably not really "depressed" and something more like "normal" or "standard."
In the words of Billy, I am just as full of shit as everyone else. As the zen buddhist would say, I know nothing more than you, and if I did it wouldn't matter because you wouldn't get the "real" answer. Really, everything is poking around the same something that every single person, no matter how intelligent or dense, has poked around with since people realized that there was something to poke at. Some get all fancy and even call it philosophy. I feel like I know better and simply call it something.
I don't know what is going on anymore, least of all with this entry! Haha. Man, if I have to say hello to one more person today. I forget that I am very selectively antisocial.
Seeing as I cannot write more than eight words without losing my train of thought or having to get up to change a staple cartridge, I will bid you all adieu.
In the words of Billy, I am just as full of shit as everyone else. As the zen buddhist would say, I know nothing more than you, and if I did it wouldn't matter because you wouldn't get the "real" answer. Really, everything is poking around the same something that every single person, no matter how intelligent or dense, has poked around with since people realized that there was something to poke at. Some get all fancy and even call it philosophy. I feel like I know better and simply call it something.
I don't know what is going on anymore, least of all with this entry! Haha. Man, if I have to say hello to one more person today. I forget that I am very selectively antisocial.
Seeing as I cannot write more than eight words without losing my train of thought or having to get up to change a staple cartridge, I will bid you all adieu.