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Mrs. Hooten: Albert, what brought you to the philosophical club?
Albert Markovski: You mean the existential detectives?
Mr. Hooten: Sounds like a support group.
Cricket: Why can't he use the church?
Mrs. Hooten: Sometimes, people have additional questions to be answered.
Cricket: Like what?
Albert Markovski: Well, um, for instance: if the forms of this world die, which is more real, the me that dies or the me that's infinite? Can I trust my habitual mind, or do I need to learn to look beneath those things?
Good god do I love that movie...
ok, anyway, I just need to get out. OUT. For good? Maybe... For at least a little? DEFINTELY. I just can't take this baby talk anymore. So many people, including my parents see me as a child. A child for god's sake. I am far from it! I'm such an old soul... I started asking for prices on items at the age of one! I have been saving money since before that... I have NEVER been a child. There were few times that I can recall actually doing something that was normal for a kid... I was always just pushed to be inside and doing school work. Which could be the reason that I find school hell. I just teach myself at home for the most part, so going to school is just waste of precious hours that I could be sleeping, or hanging out w/ friends, or simply discovering life. I just in recent years have felt the need to get away from it all. And the feeling gets stronger and stronger. I'm not running away from people, just apathy. All this damn apathy. This town is so slow moving. So docile. So BORING. The only thing yoU can learn here is kindness, which is one of the few things in life that can both put yoU in good regards and also crush yoUr spirits. It gives yoU no real advantage. Nice guys finish last, as they say. Everything about this city is to be set off till tomorrow. The voting percent here is so small. No one really cares. And those who do are too busy getting drunk across the border. So out is my way out. I figure that a change in atmosphere might spark some of that love for life back into me. Right now I'm just trying to rediscover beauty. I went for a walk to yesterday, trying to feel the interconnection between me and the world, but I just wound up talking to myself the whole time. Complaining. That is all humans ever do. I used to do less of it. I was all about the celebration of life. Because I truely do love life. I love living. I love the person that I am. The thing that bugs me is the rest of the world. They don't get it. They are, for the most part, deaf or dumb. They don't feel that extra sense. That connection amongst people. I look into a persons eyes and I can feel them. They are there. All that they have done, been, and seen sits right there. In their eyes. Sometimes it's fire, sometimes it's ice. But it's all right there. And it's not like I can explain it. I can't put into words the feeling I get from an individual, but it's there. I know people who will go their whole life without feeling half as passionate about one person as I do about the human race. I think everyone has potential, it's just what they do with it. And some people just choose to live life as average. That is what kills me. I don't see how yoU can enjoy the same life as the guy next door. We only have one life to live, why wouldn't yoU want to make yoUrs completely original? Not for anyone else, but just for yoU...
Well, I'm done here, but I'm still ranting in my head...
~C.C.
Albert Markovski: You mean the existential detectives?
Mr. Hooten: Sounds like a support group.
Cricket: Why can't he use the church?
Mrs. Hooten: Sometimes, people have additional questions to be answered.
Cricket: Like what?
Albert Markovski: Well, um, for instance: if the forms of this world die, which is more real, the me that dies or the me that's infinite? Can I trust my habitual mind, or do I need to learn to look beneath those things?
Good god do I love that movie...
ok, anyway, I just need to get out. OUT. For good? Maybe... For at least a little? DEFINTELY. I just can't take this baby talk anymore. So many people, including my parents see me as a child. A child for god's sake. I am far from it! I'm such an old soul... I started asking for prices on items at the age of one! I have been saving money since before that... I have NEVER been a child. There were few times that I can recall actually doing something that was normal for a kid... I was always just pushed to be inside and doing school work. Which could be the reason that I find school hell. I just teach myself at home for the most part, so going to school is just waste of precious hours that I could be sleeping, or hanging out w/ friends, or simply discovering life. I just in recent years have felt the need to get away from it all. And the feeling gets stronger and stronger. I'm not running away from people, just apathy. All this damn apathy. This town is so slow moving. So docile. So BORING. The only thing yoU can learn here is kindness, which is one of the few things in life that can both put yoU in good regards and also crush yoUr spirits. It gives yoU no real advantage. Nice guys finish last, as they say. Everything about this city is to be set off till tomorrow. The voting percent here is so small. No one really cares. And those who do are too busy getting drunk across the border. So out is my way out. I figure that a change in atmosphere might spark some of that love for life back into me. Right now I'm just trying to rediscover beauty. I went for a walk to yesterday, trying to feel the interconnection between me and the world, but I just wound up talking to myself the whole time. Complaining. That is all humans ever do. I used to do less of it. I was all about the celebration of life. Because I truely do love life. I love living. I love the person that I am. The thing that bugs me is the rest of the world. They don't get it. They are, for the most part, deaf or dumb. They don't feel that extra sense. That connection amongst people. I look into a persons eyes and I can feel them. They are there. All that they have done, been, and seen sits right there. In their eyes. Sometimes it's fire, sometimes it's ice. But it's all right there. And it's not like I can explain it. I can't put into words the feeling I get from an individual, but it's there. I know people who will go their whole life without feeling half as passionate about one person as I do about the human race. I think everyone has potential, it's just what they do with it. And some people just choose to live life as average. That is what kills me. I don't see how yoU can enjoy the same life as the guy next door. We only have one life to live, why wouldn't yoU want to make yoUrs completely original? Not for anyone else, but just for yoU...
Well, I'm done here, but I'm still ranting in my head...
~C.C.