They Both Come in Little Cans!
It's ironic that I have so many things to do and yet I find myself bored with nothing to do.
I have no motivation to do anything. And it's times like this, when your brain stagnates from meaningless activity, that I am forced to ponder existence. It's the big ol' question "enlightened" people ask. "Why are we here?" They're not enlightened; they're BORED. They have nothing better to do but trod with inquisitive steps along those dangerous lines of questioning. It's not that you *CANT* ask the question "Why are we here?". It's that you *SHOULDNT*.
This is the answer the question might lead you:
There really doesn't seem to be a reason.
And then you have to wonder why you bother yourself to wake up for an early class when you're tired. Why do you bother to put on clothes that match. Why do you bother to update a silly online journal that your friends may or may not read?
The conclusions you might draw from those answers would be far more frightening. The most obviously dangerous conclusion is: "There is no point to anything, so I will do nothing."
And then this little fabricated reality we've all created for ourselves would unravel.
It would be like playing a good computer game for two decades and then one day selling all of your magic items and awesome swords...and then saving your game.
"Don't do something you might regret. Put the Fett down. You can't come back from that!"
I don't like it when my mind wanders too much. People are supposed to be distracted by their "lives". One of my theories is that THIS is the fundamental idea for the creation of spirituality. It's that baseline security to rely on when your frail human mind teeters on the edge of sentience and transcendedness. In essence (hehe), when you have nothing else to think about but pondering your own existence, you can always feel safe that you have invented someone more powerful to blame for your problems.
"Blame for your problems" = "Die for your sins"
It's that same thing really.
Anyway, this isn't a religious argument. This is a diatribe on my severe need for motivation and direction.
"Green Wayne needs focus badly."
You'd think that I'm a focused as a monk when it comes to studying and doing important things and stuff. I'm really not. But I should be.
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In other news, the following things happened this weekend:
- Duct Taped food items to the walls and ceiling in our dorm room
(Items: Kraft Mac-n-Cheese, plasticware, Italian bread, mostly empty gallon of milk, chili powder, chicken-n-dumplings)
- Played Dungeons and Dragons for the first time in a long time. Lemme correct that, I DM'ed a D&D game. I didn't play.
- Fire alarm went off at 4am as I typed this
- Got a parking ticket because when we got home from the grocery store at 7pm we started drinking and I forgot I left my car double parked outside the building and I didn't remember until 2pm the next day.
- Burned my tongue on cheese
- Made a delicious omelet and hashbrown breakfast
- Attempted to do homework, failed.
~Wayno
How are Michael Jackson and French Caviar similar?
I have no motivation to do anything. And it's times like this, when your brain stagnates from meaningless activity, that I am forced to ponder existence. It's the big ol' question "enlightened" people ask. "Why are we here?" They're not enlightened; they're BORED. They have nothing better to do but trod with inquisitive steps along those dangerous lines of questioning. It's not that you *CANT* ask the question "Why are we here?". It's that you *SHOULDNT*.
This is the answer the question might lead you:
There really doesn't seem to be a reason.
And then you have to wonder why you bother yourself to wake up for an early class when you're tired. Why do you bother to put on clothes that match. Why do you bother to update a silly online journal that your friends may or may not read?
The conclusions you might draw from those answers would be far more frightening. The most obviously dangerous conclusion is: "There is no point to anything, so I will do nothing."
And then this little fabricated reality we've all created for ourselves would unravel.
It would be like playing a good computer game for two decades and then one day selling all of your magic items and awesome swords...and then saving your game.
"Don't do something you might regret. Put the Fett down. You can't come back from that!"
I don't like it when my mind wanders too much. People are supposed to be distracted by their "lives". One of my theories is that THIS is the fundamental idea for the creation of spirituality. It's that baseline security to rely on when your frail human mind teeters on the edge of sentience and transcendedness. In essence (hehe), when you have nothing else to think about but pondering your own existence, you can always feel safe that you have invented someone more powerful to blame for your problems.
"Blame for your problems" = "Die for your sins"
It's that same thing really.
Anyway, this isn't a religious argument. This is a diatribe on my severe need for motivation and direction.
"Green Wayne needs focus badly."
You'd think that I'm a focused as a monk when it comes to studying and doing important things and stuff. I'm really not. But I should be.
- - - - - - -
In other news, the following things happened this weekend:
- Duct Taped food items to the walls and ceiling in our dorm room
(Items: Kraft Mac-n-Cheese, plasticware, Italian bread, mostly empty gallon of milk, chili powder, chicken-n-dumplings)
- Played Dungeons and Dragons for the first time in a long time. Lemme correct that, I DM'ed a D&D game. I didn't play.
- Fire alarm went off at 4am as I typed this
- Got a parking ticket because when we got home from the grocery store at 7pm we started drinking and I forgot I left my car double parked outside the building and I didn't remember until 2pm the next day.
- Burned my tongue on cheese
- Made a delicious omelet and hashbrown breakfast
- Attempted to do homework, failed.
~Wayno
How are Michael Jackson and French Caviar similar?