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(This was originally going to be a simple profile post, but it got a bit long and I realized I could expand it to include a chance for discussion, so preemptive apologies for this being a lot about me)
Howdy, fellas, I've been a bit absent due to trying to not be so online, but I had an experience today that I wanted to share with all'a y'all.
A good friend of mine is back in town for the holidays, and on account of long-time no-see, him, another friend and I decided to hang out. We went and fucked around on the parkway, sat on some boulders and smoked and enjoyed the rock graffiti everywhere and had engaging conversation and watched a blazing orange sunset over a big valley, which was just a spitting image to this recurring dream-ending I've been having where I see the same view off of my front porch, but I digress. In real life, truly it was beautiful, it's been far too long since I've seen the full 360° gradient of a sunset and the godrays beaming down on distant rolling peaks from the top of a mountain, I used to get out more before I entered the fulltime workforce, and I miss that. I got a chance to do some minor rock-climbing, which was nice, as it's something I've always wanted to get a little better at.
The kicker, though, is that apparently, by some happenstance, some other believer in that whacky old obscure religious disorganization that I've immersed myself in had been to this location, too, and had left evidence, all hail Discordia! (Picrel)
Chao face reveal :^)
What, you wanted a picture of the sunset or something? Go find one yourself.
Which brings me to what made me want to make this a full-fledged post under philosophy. I remember in my psych class I took once, the professor talked about how he would convince himself to go and do things by telling himself that he would find something for himself in what he was doing. This concept immediately struck me at the time, and has stuck with me to an extent. It does seem that when we do the things that are good for us, we find things for ourselves in some capacity. Why is this? I'm sure that professor would claim that it's a simple trick of the brain, and it may very well be, to an extent. But then, it's not a trick of the brain that some other physical being made something for me to find, I have photographic proof of it! And don't take this the wrong way, I'm not narcissisticly implying that some stranger made something just for me specifically to find, I mean in a more esoteric, fate-and-individuation-driven sense.
I guess my point for discussion is, broadly, what are some of you guys' experiences with finding things for yourselves in strange places and ways? And in the deeper sense, does it mean anything to anyone else?
This isn't my strongest writing, if you'd forgive it, and feel free to ask for clarification on anything that mightve turned into an incomprehensible mush.
Howdy, fellas, I've been a bit absent due to trying to not be so online, but I had an experience today that I wanted to share with all'a y'all.
A good friend of mine is back in town for the holidays, and on account of long-time no-see, him, another friend and I decided to hang out. We went and fucked around on the parkway, sat on some boulders and smoked and enjoyed the rock graffiti everywhere and had engaging conversation and watched a blazing orange sunset over a big valley, which was just a spitting image to this recurring dream-ending I've been having where I see the same view off of my front porch, but I digress. In real life, truly it was beautiful, it's been far too long since I've seen the full 360° gradient of a sunset and the godrays beaming down on distant rolling peaks from the top of a mountain, I used to get out more before I entered the fulltime workforce, and I miss that. I got a chance to do some minor rock-climbing, which was nice, as it's something I've always wanted to get a little better at.
The kicker, though, is that apparently, by some happenstance, some other believer in that whacky old obscure religious disorganization that I've immersed myself in had been to this location, too, and had left evidence, all hail Discordia! (Picrel)
Chao face reveal :^)
What, you wanted a picture of the sunset or something? Go find one yourself.
Which brings me to what made me want to make this a full-fledged post under philosophy. I remember in my psych class I took once, the professor talked about how he would convince himself to go and do things by telling himself that he would find something for himself in what he was doing. This concept immediately struck me at the time, and has stuck with me to an extent. It does seem that when we do the things that are good for us, we find things for ourselves in some capacity. Why is this? I'm sure that professor would claim that it's a simple trick of the brain, and it may very well be, to an extent. But then, it's not a trick of the brain that some other physical being made something for me to find, I have photographic proof of it! And don't take this the wrong way, I'm not narcissisticly implying that some stranger made something just for me specifically to find, I mean in a more esoteric, fate-and-individuation-driven sense.
I guess my point for discussion is, broadly, what are some of you guys' experiences with finding things for yourselves in strange places and ways? And in the deeper sense, does it mean anything to anyone else?
This isn't my strongest writing, if you'd forgive it, and feel free to ask for clarification on anything that mightve turned into an incomprehensible mush.
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