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I could sit and watch the output of the computer-equipped worlf for a near infinite amount of time. It could be a means of enhanced or guided daydreaming - instead of letting my mind wander, I give it a few walls to bounce off of and an obstacle or two, to better train it. Or it could just be television style sludge. I think as long as I'm forming opinions of the world, or depending on the quality of the show, people in entertainment's perspective of others based on what they think we will like, I'm gaining more edified opinions.
But its all for naught if I'm not using this ammo, this training, this preparation to actually prepare for something. Finding a writing job? Starting to write short stories again? Going through on any number of youthful potentials that I am squandering, as it is so fashionable and tempting to do? Envy is getting me nowhere on its own - I need to make something of myself with this fuel.
It also seems a lot easier to hold yourself to higher standards when someone else is looking at you up close. A relationship makes a man shave in the morning, and all that jazz. However, it would probably also quench most of my other passions, since, as Aaron Sorkin so glibly put it in Sports Night: "I wanted to write for the same reason any of us did: to impress girls."
I want the immortality too though. Just a nice gal, good friends, and a little immortality. Easy.
Also, you shouldn't date too often close to where you live, because later you have to push a whole lot of ghosts out of the way on every night when you walk home.
But its all for naught if I'm not using this ammo, this training, this preparation to actually prepare for something. Finding a writing job? Starting to write short stories again? Going through on any number of youthful potentials that I am squandering, as it is so fashionable and tempting to do? Envy is getting me nowhere on its own - I need to make something of myself with this fuel.
It also seems a lot easier to hold yourself to higher standards when someone else is looking at you up close. A relationship makes a man shave in the morning, and all that jazz. However, it would probably also quench most of my other passions, since, as Aaron Sorkin so glibly put it in Sports Night: "I wanted to write for the same reason any of us did: to impress girls."
I want the immortality too though. Just a nice gal, good friends, and a little immortality. Easy.
Also, you shouldn't date too often close to where you live, because later you have to push a whole lot of ghosts out of the way on every night when you walk home.