A Must-Read For All Ages!
"Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks into bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and himself."
-Dostoevsky
The following is far from necessary reading. I will not recommend indulging in curiosity on this matter, but I will not condone it.
Do not delude yourself into entertaining why I may have placed this here (the quote and the disclaimer), how I interpret or feel and think about it, or what it means to me, and ignore yourself; rather, consider at least for a brief second or two that perhaps you may have a particular response which just might be slightly less masturbatory to contemplate. (Why do I imply that I value the latter more than the former? You may disagree: why do you value the former?) Do you even give a flying fuck? Perhaps you'd rather masturbate another way?
God forbid I attempt to articulate.
Naive? Probably. Juvenile, obnoxious, annoying? Maybe. Regarding a reference? Nah. Bitter? Cynical? No. Stupid? Most certainly not.
Alas, I am so torn between leaving you all alone and learning things. This attitude is based on a rather disgusting assumption. I hope I am very wrong, but evidence against this generalization hasn't presented itself yet.
I find it odd that the variation in tone of my entries, this one in particular, but others too, directly corresponds to whomever I have in mind while writing, if anyone at all, and including myself.
I should have said so in the beginning, this is about nothing. Worrying about or speculating whether or not any of this is sincere is the best way to miss my point that I can think of. Wait, wasn't this about nothing?
I can honestly say that I think that if I had made this entry private, your level of respect for me (or lack thereof) would not have changed a bit.
Incoherent? Maybe. Pedantic? Probably. Arrogant and really fucking phony? I definitely hope so.
Get over myself? No, thank you, I'd rather not. My Self happens to be the only entity that won't get over me unless I get over it, that is, unlike others, whose for the most part positive perceptions of me sometimes spontaneously combust (naturally and unfortunately, to my misfortune), my Self seems quite incapable of such a thing.
I've said before that I don't really mean anything I say. Ironically, I don't think I meant that.
Oh dear. I daresay that I believe that I am stuck.
En effet, j'ai été trés sluggish aujourd'hui.
-Dostoevsky
The following is far from necessary reading. I will not recommend indulging in curiosity on this matter, but I will not condone it.
Do not delude yourself into entertaining why I may have placed this here (the quote and the disclaimer), how I interpret or feel and think about it, or what it means to me, and ignore yourself; rather, consider at least for a brief second or two that perhaps you may have a particular response which just might be slightly less masturbatory to contemplate. (Why do I imply that I value the latter more than the former? You may disagree: why do you value the former?) Do you even give a flying fuck? Perhaps you'd rather masturbate another way?
God forbid I attempt to articulate.
Naive? Probably. Juvenile, obnoxious, annoying? Maybe. Regarding a reference? Nah. Bitter? Cynical? No. Stupid? Most certainly not.
Alas, I am so torn between leaving you all alone and learning things. This attitude is based on a rather disgusting assumption. I hope I am very wrong, but evidence against this generalization hasn't presented itself yet.
I find it odd that the variation in tone of my entries, this one in particular, but others too, directly corresponds to whomever I have in mind while writing, if anyone at all, and including myself.
I should have said so in the beginning, this is about nothing. Worrying about or speculating whether or not any of this is sincere is the best way to miss my point that I can think of. Wait, wasn't this about nothing?
I can honestly say that I think that if I had made this entry private, your level of respect for me (or lack thereof) would not have changed a bit.
Incoherent? Maybe. Pedantic? Probably. Arrogant and really fucking phony? I definitely hope so.
Get over myself? No, thank you, I'd rather not. My Self happens to be the only entity that won't get over me unless I get over it, that is, unlike others, whose for the most part positive perceptions of me sometimes spontaneously combust (naturally and unfortunately, to my misfortune), my Self seems quite incapable of such a thing.
I've said before that I don't really mean anything I say. Ironically, I don't think I meant that.
Oh dear. I daresay that I believe that I am stuck.
En effet, j'ai été trés sluggish aujourd'hui.