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So. Today it is friday. Friday is a good day. I have nothing to say really, I just felt the need to livejournal for no reason.
In anthro we're learning about moral development. It's a really interesting concept. For example, one of the readings I got says that babies don't have the concept of self and other, meaning that everyone they come into contact with is an extention of themselves. The baby will cry for it's mother, and will only wait 2 seconds before going into a screaming rage at the fact that this part of his body [the parent] has not come when called. I love psyche. I wish I was a baby. I always think back to my childhood and wish I could actually go back there. But only a little. The other part of me wants to fast forward my life so I can be done with this school shit and just have my life stabelized and such.
I've been thinking lately about how some people seem to be so consumed with the past, while others worry about the future. The funny thing with both of these senarios is that the present is passing them by. If you spend your whole life thinking 'OH this many days til I get to do this!' or planning what you're going to do next year, you'll miss this year. You'll miss today.
The same goes for people stuck in the past. They spend their whole lives reliving moments that have already happened. What's the point of living something you already lived. What's the point of dweling in either the past or the future? What's wrong with the present?? Me, I like presents. And dunkaroos too. mmmmmm.
HOOOOOOOPLAH. Hummmina hummmina. Pish puns. nyhaaa.<---becca's nerdy laugh.
SCHNOOOOOOPERDOODLE.
Snoopy is my boyfriend. I haven't asked him yet, but he cannot talk, so he will accept, because I said so. Hah.
Kthxbye.
In anthro we're learning about moral development. It's a really interesting concept. For example, one of the readings I got says that babies don't have the concept of self and other, meaning that everyone they come into contact with is an extention of themselves. The baby will cry for it's mother, and will only wait 2 seconds before going into a screaming rage at the fact that this part of his body [the parent] has not come when called. I love psyche. I wish I was a baby. I always think back to my childhood and wish I could actually go back there. But only a little. The other part of me wants to fast forward my life so I can be done with this school shit and just have my life stabelized and such.
I've been thinking lately about how some people seem to be so consumed with the past, while others worry about the future. The funny thing with both of these senarios is that the present is passing them by. If you spend your whole life thinking 'OH this many days til I get to do this!' or planning what you're going to do next year, you'll miss this year. You'll miss today.
The same goes for people stuck in the past. They spend their whole lives reliving moments that have already happened. What's the point of living something you already lived. What's the point of dweling in either the past or the future? What's wrong with the present?? Me, I like presents. And dunkaroos too. mmmmmm.
HOOOOOOOPLAH. Hummmina hummmina. Pish puns. nyhaaa.<---becca's nerdy laugh.
SCHNOOOOOOPERDOODLE.
Snoopy is my boyfriend. I haven't asked him yet, but he cannot talk, so he will accept, because I said so. Hah.
Kthxbye.