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WHO EVEN HAS THIS MANY BOOKS
SERIOUSLY
AUGHHHH
Spent most of today cleaning, again. The "living room" is nearly done. I like it better without a TV, I think. I'm glad it broke. I just can't for the life of me figure out where to put anything. I'm considering building furniture (tables etc.) out of books just to save space. Except of course when I actually needed a book, which is the point of having them, I'd have to disassemble the whole thing.
I want to cut my hair again. I know it's becoming kind of a disease, but I honestly can't stop this obsession with getting new haircuts. Probably it's all in my head, but part of me still thinks, secretly (or maybe not so secretly), that my hair's just been framing my face badly my whole life, and that I might just get it right this time. Or something like that.
Today I went in to the city to try to get a job with NYPIRG. The hours are 2 pm to 10 pm (major drawback). The job is essentially going out and talking to people, and their pay system pays you more for every person you get donations from / get to become a member. That kind of monetary carrot has always rubbed me the wrong way, and I don't know why. Probably it's because if every one-on-one interaction can potentially bring you immediate material benefits, that renders that one-on-one interaction so much more false. But then again, even if everyone were paid equally no matter how many people they ended up converting, every one-on-one interaction would only happen because you were hired to go out and do that, anyway. Often when it comes to morality, I can't actually articulate what it is that bothers me, and when I try to do so anyway, it doesn't hold up logically. More and more, though, I'm starting to trust that queasy feeling. Ethics are mental. Morals are instinctual. I think.
SERIOUSLY
AUGHHHH
Spent most of today cleaning, again. The "living room" is nearly done. I like it better without a TV, I think. I'm glad it broke. I just can't for the life of me figure out where to put anything. I'm considering building furniture (tables etc.) out of books just to save space. Except of course when I actually needed a book, which is the point of having them, I'd have to disassemble the whole thing.
I want to cut my hair again. I know it's becoming kind of a disease, but I honestly can't stop this obsession with getting new haircuts. Probably it's all in my head, but part of me still thinks, secretly (or maybe not so secretly), that my hair's just been framing my face badly my whole life, and that I might just get it right this time. Or something like that.
Today I went in to the city to try to get a job with NYPIRG. The hours are 2 pm to 10 pm (major drawback). The job is essentially going out and talking to people, and their pay system pays you more for every person you get donations from / get to become a member. That kind of monetary carrot has always rubbed me the wrong way, and I don't know why. Probably it's because if every one-on-one interaction can potentially bring you immediate material benefits, that renders that one-on-one interaction so much more false. But then again, even if everyone were paid equally no matter how many people they ended up converting, every one-on-one interaction would only happen because you were hired to go out and do that, anyway. Often when it comes to morality, I can't actually articulate what it is that bothers me, and when I try to do so anyway, it doesn't hold up logically. More and more, though, I'm starting to trust that queasy feeling. Ethics are mental. Morals are instinctual. I think.