Theologians have written better on toilet paper
Howdy, folks. I've decided that I ought update while: a) I wait for Final Fantasy XI to finish fucking updating, and, more importantly, b) while my thoughts and musings remain fresh in my mind.
I suppose it's my Philosophy class that's had me thinking more different lately. Plato has filled my head with too many thoughts. About what I'm doing, where I'm going, what I want. I suppose I'm on some sort of right track, if one would really want to call it that; however, it is a path no less. Which brings me to this next guy:
Maslov!!
Remember this guy from Psych? I felt compelled to take some quantitative measure of myself, to see where exactly I was at not-even-20. To my interest I found that I had the first two needs, as most have, met, yet I was not able to say whether or not my Social needs were met. I have plently of friends, and they are the light of my life; still though, I was reluctant to give an outright approval. Perhaps there is a different sort of social need, a more intimate one? Therefore, I was led to theorize that there is indeed a different fourth level before one approaches their own esteem needs.
I don't know, it's just something that I was thinking. Looking back, upon skimming my last paragraph, it may just be me associating with too many black russians. Quite a rare breed they are, but damn they're tasty.
Just wait a while for the right day.
I suppose it's my Philosophy class that's had me thinking more different lately. Plato has filled my head with too many thoughts. About what I'm doing, where I'm going, what I want. I suppose I'm on some sort of right track, if one would really want to call it that; however, it is a path no less. Which brings me to this next guy:
Maslov!!
Remember this guy from Psych? I felt compelled to take some quantitative measure of myself, to see where exactly I was at not-even-20. To my interest I found that I had the first two needs, as most have, met, yet I was not able to say whether or not my Social needs were met. I have plently of friends, and they are the light of my life; still though, I was reluctant to give an outright approval. Perhaps there is a different sort of social need, a more intimate one? Therefore, I was led to theorize that there is indeed a different fourth level before one approaches their own esteem needs.
I don't know, it's just something that I was thinking. Looking back, upon skimming my last paragraph, it may just be me associating with too many black russians. Quite a rare breed they are, but damn they're tasty.
Just wait a while for the right day.