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It's been a contemplative couple days.
if given the choice between happiness and intelligence, what would you choose?
I know I'd go for the blissful ignorance, because thinking is a bitch.
for the most part, it's marterialism that's getting to me. As a culture, we define ourselves by the things we own and the things we like. Music, movies, TV, books, clothing, furniture, cars and homes...added up, does it really say who we are? If all of us were stripped of our possessions, what would be left? do we even know ourselves from the piles of junk we call ours?
On monday, I had all these grand plans to try to live without the majority of this stuff for a month. I would give up TV, movies, internet, most of my wardrobe, shopping, eating out, and (gasp!) music. I'm not sure what that would have accomplished, and now I'm just confused about the whole thing.
And basically, all of this started when I read a few chapters of "Sex, Drugs, and Coa Coa Puffs" by Chuck Klosterman.
if given the choice between happiness and intelligence, what would you choose?
I know I'd go for the blissful ignorance, because thinking is a bitch.
for the most part, it's marterialism that's getting to me. As a culture, we define ourselves by the things we own and the things we like. Music, movies, TV, books, clothing, furniture, cars and homes...added up, does it really say who we are? If all of us were stripped of our possessions, what would be left? do we even know ourselves from the piles of junk we call ours?
On monday, I had all these grand plans to try to live without the majority of this stuff for a month. I would give up TV, movies, internet, most of my wardrobe, shopping, eating out, and (gasp!) music. I'm not sure what that would have accomplished, and now I'm just confused about the whole thing.
And basically, all of this started when I read a few chapters of "Sex, Drugs, and Coa Coa Puffs" by Chuck Klosterman.