a bunch of blah
Just finished the notes for "The Beast in the Jungle." Now I need to take some notes on "Self-Deception Unmasked." then I am going to slam the two together to make a 10 page draft. I really hate this project. It is not enjoyable, not something I really want to write, not even an argument I necessarily agree with. but there you have it: sometimes you have to push yourself to do what you don't really want to do just to get by. And I would like to get by in this class with an A. To get along in the world, you have to pick and choose your battles. I choose not to battle with Dr. Vitz on a point that is very inconsequential, at least to me. In the end, blah. this paper isn't going to matter. Now my phantom paper matters to me a lot. Dr. D asked that I write a paragraph explaining the non-phenomenological status of my ghost, basically answering the question: How is it that the ghost existed? I started writing this paragraph knowing what I wanted to say and yet not able to say it. It was a whisper in my mind, a foggy image-I knew it was there and yet it did not want to form. I was very frustrated so I threw coherence out the window and proceeded to write my thoughts freely, not caring if I made sense or not. Then I sent it to him via email and asked him if he would please elaborate on what I am to do. I feel stupid...but I'm not. Just frustrated. I feel like I am very close to the next level, advancing to a higher form of consciousness-something like that. And yet, and yet. Oh, well. Maybe it's all this stupid work I have to do. The tedious work, the unimportant stuff. Blah. And that is all because I really should continue spouting bullshit for my philosophy paper. Have a great Thanksgiving.