I think not, therefore I am not.
So the other day I was at work on my lunch break, thoroughly enjoying the free meal I scored from a mess-up in ordering when I overheard a conversation two therapists were having. The conversation was of the metaphysical type, contemplating the meaning of the universe, spirituality, and all sorts of shit like that that makes me want to puke. It’s not that it was an unintelligent conversation about these things, it’s the fact that two people decided to sit down and talk about how they think all modern inventions are actually derived from a pre-conceived concept hardwired into our bodies (i.e transferring information via the internet very similar to the way our brains send messages to other parts of our bodies) and other “deep thoughts” along those lines.
People write so frequently their thoughts on life thinking to themselves that they know what they are talking about and it makes me annoyed. Everyone is running around trying to figure out the meaning of life, and then talking to other people about it in an attempt to sound “deep” and it’s bullshit. You don’t know what the meaning of life is, neither do I, so why do people keep bringing it up. I hate to use this word and I’ll explain why in a later entry: but it’s all phony. When you talk about that, are you really listening to what the other person has to think about your “theory?” No you’re not. You’re just talking to hear your voice. I need to be careful of this.
Sometime when I write an entry I tend to overanalyze things and it’s that over analysis that I despise so much. I swear every time I have an idea for a blog, (seriously, Microsoft word needs to add “blog” to their dictionary, I’m getting tired of always seeing it underlined in red) I think to myself “is this some deep thought about the inner workings of the universe, and if so, does anyone really give a damn about what I have to say about it?” Recently I’ve found the answer to that question to be “yes it is, and no they don’t” and I dismiss whatever it was I was going to write about, for fear of being hypocritical.
This is all I have to write about today.
People write so frequently their thoughts on life thinking to themselves that they know what they are talking about and it makes me annoyed. Everyone is running around trying to figure out the meaning of life, and then talking to other people about it in an attempt to sound “deep” and it’s bullshit. You don’t know what the meaning of life is, neither do I, so why do people keep bringing it up. I hate to use this word and I’ll explain why in a later entry: but it’s all phony. When you talk about that, are you really listening to what the other person has to think about your “theory?” No you’re not. You’re just talking to hear your voice. I need to be careful of this.
Sometime when I write an entry I tend to overanalyze things and it’s that over analysis that I despise so much. I swear every time I have an idea for a blog, (seriously, Microsoft word needs to add “blog” to their dictionary, I’m getting tired of always seeing it underlined in red) I think to myself “is this some deep thought about the inner workings of the universe, and if so, does anyone really give a damn about what I have to say about it?” Recently I’ve found the answer to that question to be “yes it is, and no they don’t” and I dismiss whatever it was I was going to write about, for fear of being hypocritical.
This is all I have to write about today.