Update?
I'm going treeplanting this summer. Looking for subletters. Anyone want to live in Ottawa for the summer?
Life is good, I guess. It seems the longer I'm in university, the more I realise how little I know about anything. At the same time, academia has its own ignorance.
I think that my main goal in life is experience. I don't care to avoid things like hard work and uncomfortable (scary, different) situations. I'm curious about my response to different stimuli. Despite the fact that I think I'm pretty uninteresting, I'm all I've got to work with :P Maybe some new experiences will change that, maybe not. Whatever. And please don't comment telling me that I am interesting, blah, blah, blah, as if I lack self-confidence and need a boost or something. Trust me, it's not that. I think that it's important for people to realise how insignificant and uninteresting they are, so long as that realisation doesn't prevent them from doing what they want to do in life. At the same time, I also believe that people are infinitely significant and interesting. Like I (sort of) said before, we're all that we know (essentially, as far as intelligence is concerned). And I find analysing things that people do and say fascinating. (don't be scared).
I find it amusing that I contradict myself all the time. I'll find myself saying something that, as strongly as I believe in it, I also believe something completely opposite. A useful quote for this occasion is:
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then, I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
-Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
And that adds yet another contradiction to my post :P
Hmm, infinite contradictions and infinite patterns throughout.. everything, really. I think I almost lost it last summer when I started exploring patterns in Vladimir Nabokov's Pale Fire. Amazing writer. You probably know him from Lolita. Feast upon this:
Lolita,
light of my life,
fire of my loins.
My sin,
my soul.
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue
taking a trip of three steps
down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Lo. Lee. Ta.
*low whistle*
Life is good, I guess. It seems the longer I'm in university, the more I realise how little I know about anything. At the same time, academia has its own ignorance.
I think that my main goal in life is experience. I don't care to avoid things like hard work and uncomfortable (scary, different) situations. I'm curious about my response to different stimuli. Despite the fact that I think I'm pretty uninteresting, I'm all I've got to work with :P Maybe some new experiences will change that, maybe not. Whatever. And please don't comment telling me that I am interesting, blah, blah, blah, as if I lack self-confidence and need a boost or something. Trust me, it's not that. I think that it's important for people to realise how insignificant and uninteresting they are, so long as that realisation doesn't prevent them from doing what they want to do in life. At the same time, I also believe that people are infinitely significant and interesting. Like I (sort of) said before, we're all that we know (essentially, as far as intelligence is concerned). And I find analysing things that people do and say fascinating. (don't be scared).
I find it amusing that I contradict myself all the time. I'll find myself saying something that, as strongly as I believe in it, I also believe something completely opposite. A useful quote for this occasion is:
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then, I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
-Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
And that adds yet another contradiction to my post :P
Hmm, infinite contradictions and infinite patterns throughout.. everything, really. I think I almost lost it last summer when I started exploring patterns in Vladimir Nabokov's Pale Fire. Amazing writer. You probably know him from Lolita. Feast upon this:
Lolita,
light of my life,
fire of my loins.
My sin,
my soul.
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue
taking a trip of three steps
down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Lo. Lee. Ta.
*low whistle*