I dreamt last night about shit that never happened and I woke up missing someone who doesn't exist.

Sep 09, 2005 12:49

I quite like my World Civ. class.

Today we were studying prehistoric man. We were having a somewhat-philosophical conversation about what sets us apart from the cavemen.

Some believed that we are the most advanced species because god said so. I personally believe we are a mutation. Some believed that since we are 'intelligent', we seek spirituality. Spirituality only exists because we think we're the hottest shit on the planet. We think we're the only species on the planet that is intelligent. Even if we are, it doesn't make a fuck of a difference to anything. If intelligence is seeking spirituality, assuming we're special based on nothing more than our own arrogance, I don't see merit in it. It doesn't set us apart in any way from other creatures.

We watched a video about cave men, making fire, warring with other cave men over the use of said fire. Another point that was brought up was how the cavemen have no intelligence. They are on the same level as wolves. They have no intelligence and hence no emotion. That's what was said. I thought differently. Emotions are electro-chemical responses to stimuli. Cats have emotion. If you punch a cat in the face, it will react negatively. In reality, nothing sets us apart from other creatures, aside from our ability to manipulate the world around us with our spiffy opposable thumbs.

We have philosophy and art, but these things are meaningless in our society, so I don't see how that is an argument for our intelligence. Either you contribute manually or you're nothing. You're nothing no matter what you do.

In the world today we have overpopulation, rabid meaningless consumerism that breeds global warming and spreads pollution, thousands of assholes who want more, and billions who are willing to give more to keep the status quo going. We have war and a globally encompassing animosity. We're all little pricks and we're all pissed off about something(s). There are billions of us.

HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT KIDS IN TODAY'S MODERN AGE?

I don't know what I'm talking about.

I enjoy my Math Modeling class, even though I despise mathematics. The teacher is very nice. The only girl I've met so far in college who I would consider dating is in my math class and she talks to me. That's a plus.

My English Comp. class, on the other hand, is a disappointment.

If you've seen office space, you know who Bill Lumburgh is. Picture Bill Lumburgh, only with a vagina and shoulder-length blonde hair. That's my English teacher.

And the class looks like it will amount to little more than intensive labor for the purpose of improving my ability to write lots and lots of crap that doesn't matter. It's a class focused on preparing me to be able to write 'college essays'. Fuck, I should have signed up for a creative writing class. I don't need anyone to tell me to write how the state-wide accepted standard tells me I should write.

A plus, though, from that class. We had to do a questionaire. The basic "What's your name" "Where can I contact you" type thing.

For my nickname I put Jesus and for "Is there anything else I should know about you?" I put "I'm awesome."
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