I'm taking this philosophy class this quarter that's really fascinating, even though the professor is a terrible lecturer and probably the most stereotypical modern philosopher ever (soft, doughboy appearance, subscribes to the New Yorker and belongs to a Bacchanalia club, etc etc lmao forever).
This week dealt with whether psychopaths, or those with antisocial personality disorders, can be held morally or legally responsible for their actions if they are biologically incapable of forming moral concepts. According to the reading, in psychological terms, psychopathy isn't considered a disease in that it's not a progressively debilitating condition. I'm not entirely sure on the degree to which psychopathy is a genetic disorder (some places are saying it's more genetic than its sister APD, sociopathy), but assuming that it is, faulting a psychopathic person for being unable to differentiate socially-designated "right"s and "wrong"s is like blaming a congenitally blind person for not being able to tell you the difference between two colors.
It's a really interesting, alien sort of mental state to contemplate. Like, while psychopaths can intellectually understand moral concepts, emotionally and fundamentally they can't differentiate or organize that sort of information in the way normal minds can. I think a lot of people were missing the point and failing to distinguish between being held morally responsible and physically responsible for a crime, which perhaps is a bit elitist of me to say so, but that's me. It's an intro gen. ed. class so I'm probably being too intense. As usual.
Sometimes I feel like I could totally do this philosophy thing. It's like not practical at all. You stew all day just contemplating elliptical questions about life that most likely won't have any impact whatsoever on the world. I rather enjoy it. I should join a Bacchanalia club.
Also, today there were a few firms from Columbus that gave a presentation at school. And while I'm impressed with the talent that's there, I know that there's just as many talented people elsewhere. And also, it's Ohio. OHIO. ALSKDJFDK. But sometimes I feel that if I say stuff like that, people will think I'm pretentious and stuck-up. Maybe I am. I think people who have family in the midwest might be more amenable to staying here for most of their lives. I don't. The thought makes my skin crawl.
The longer I think about life after college, about REAL LIFE (horror, angst, etc), the more I come to terms with the fact that I'll probably end up back in Shanghai. At least, when I get older. This desperate desire to travel, to go really glamorous unfamiliar places is just symptomatic of youth. I mean, all my family are in Shanghai. It'd be stupid to cut myself off entirely from that, when it's not like they hate me or I hate them. I'm quite fond of them. So yeah. Ideally I'd find an international firm that has offices in the US and Shanghai (and Europe, why not, let's dream big).
God...I just need a rich person to sponsor my life...sobbing
I'm applying for internships at few places in Boston, in San Fran...maybe one in Seattle (which would be awesome to get), and also that place in NYC that offered me a job last time. But I'm not sure about that last one. I think I want to try going to a different city, get a different perspective. I really hate my portfolio. Like, I know I'm not a bad designer but compared to work from other schools, I feel like my stuff is totally shit. FFFFFFFF