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I love that my computer helps me spell. Thanks Macintosh.
It's just one of those nights where I'm up and thinking about the life I'm living. How temporary it is, and what the point of it is.
So, the conclusion is people. It's about people. That's it. It's that simple. I have life figured out. All i have to do now is know the right people, never screw any one over, make the right decision every time, marry the perfect wife, and raise perfect kids.
Ok, actually, it's about experience. Sorry for those actually reading this. I guess this is my edification and no one else's because I can choose my own grammar and this doesn't disagree. Tangent once again. Experience. Right. The point is experience - with people. You learn either vicariously, by trial and error, or both. It's not often I learn a life lesson from my stuff. My guitar doesn't teach me how to get though life,I talk to those wiser than I. Then I filter those through what I think God says, my upbringing, and, perhaps, some second opinions.
It seems so easy just to say this. I mean, I get it. Simultaneously, the fear that comes along with learning to live life successfully (green glass door, haha) sometimes out-weighs the right choice. By "out-weighs" i guess i mean that famous statue of justice that's blind and is also a scale. It's hard to stand up for what I really want 100% of the time. But who does, right? Then, does that mean every person we have had repeated contact with has a false impression of who we truly are? Does that also mean that those who don't know us past our names know us best?
I never know exactly where I'm going with these rantings because I always resolve them at the beginning, then keep talking. It's just that I was just laying in bed for about an hour thinking about how I've lived so far, what people have said to me, and what OTHER people think would be good for me. Those closest to me have started trying to help me in ways I have never asked for. Girls i'm not interested in, jobs that I wouldn't go for, and, well, I wonder how long I have let people assume things about me without correcting them.
Like the other day (this has really been eating at me - thanks livejournal!), maggie and keri were saying how I used to claim that I kicked my dogs. This was implying, of course, that I was purposefully and cold-heartedly wounding/abusing these animals. My Dad kicked my dog down the stairs while I watched in horror when i was 11. I vowed never to be like that. I have spanked my dogs for misbehaving, but never abused them. I didn't have the heart to bring all this emotion up in the conversation we were having because it was light-hearted, but I started racking my brains. "When did I say that?" (i'm asking myself) "Was I just saying that to be funny and they took it seriously?" All this to say, I've been friends with maggie and keri for about 8 years, then I suddenly realize that they see me in a way different light than i thought.
Just like my drinking buddies, what would we do if we stopped drinking and smoking together? Would we be like, "what do we do now?" Seriously, I have friends that I hang out with that I've never NOT drank or smoked a cigar/cigarette when we are hanging out. As in, that is our activity. That's who they know. Then again, who really can know your true heart, but you? Yes, Yes, God knows. It helps that God knows, but it doesn't solve anything. That's the whole point, WE get to figure it out. I think that's why people who are truly dedicated to God are the most happy - because they are as close to honestly projecting themselves to other people as humans can. I think true human emotion is scary. Scary to other people. There are things people will never share with any other person their entire life. It doesn't make it everyone's responsibility to seek out the 100% of a person's heart, but it is true about the quote "a true friend is someone who knows who you are, and loves you in spite of it." Something like that. As in, it's just nice to have those friends who are there when you suck at life, give you a hand up, and have your back.
Maybe the point of life is just to become comfortable with who you truly are. Correction, that's the point of my life right now. Because I will become comfortable with who I am, then it will be something new. Or maybe You're never completely comfortable, because you keep getting stretched. Experiences with people, though, i think, is the umbrella over it all.

Current Mood: awake

I wonder, sometimes, how it's possible for so many people to write things that are so similar in nature, but are yet regarded as separate thoughts and ideas. I feel like i've written the same series of complaints, theories, and rantings about all sorts of preconceived notions other people have already thought or written about. I'm driving at the "see it all, heard it all" idea. So far, you've probably thought of everything i've already said. I just think it's interesting that people continue to say the same things over and over. It just reminds me of how stupid, forgetful, and inefficient we can be.
I'm saying this all from a recent revelation that I had, and how all this relates to me personally. I was reminded that I am easily swayed from my beliefs as soon as reality hits me. I have gone from speaking directly with God, to doubting His existence in one night. It just seems easy to believe that there's a God when you're talking to Him one minute. Maybe you're just meditating on how great it was that Love came through for you just when you needed it, and you thank Him. Then, you find out, that your GPA is one one-hundredth of a point away from you being able to register for your last semester of classes, your qualifying exams you took with your company were each failed by ONE point, your grandpa get diagnosed with heart failure and a time frame, the girl you're dating has nothing in common with you, your car needs to get to the shop, you don't have the money to pay the bills, you can't get to any stores because they close when you're off work, your new computer doesn't work, and the one class you needed to pass you failed. To top it off, your parents still support you, your family gives you a graduation present even though you didn't graduate, and your friends still ask you for advice. Suddenly, God takes a back seat. Life spirals downwards as you're controlled by the very things that you must master in order to succeed. What then? Ah, after enough suffering, you think of a better time. What made that period of time so much better than where i am now? Oh, yeah, God made me feel better. Why didn't i realize this during the first choice? I guess it's easy to forget the things that are the most important, right?
All I'm getting to is that God has been there all along, but i had to chose Him. He wasn't going to just keep making things work out for me - i'd never learn anything. He lets me go in circles enough times until I'm tired of being dizzy, and He rescues me. It's all a matter of the right choice, and the ability to accept your own weaknesses to learn how Someone else can be your strength in your weakness. Choice, choice, choice! Every one counts.

Current Music: All That Remains

SO, i'm not exactly sure what propmted me to start writing tonight, but here i am at this computer screen.
It could be that i've had 5 beers, and just finished watching the new bond movie - but that's all specuation at this point.
I know that i've had something to drink because i'm already on my third paragraph (which are supposed to be thought out progressions of cognitive cogitation). I'm sorry now for the fractionated sentences that are sure to follow.
Like i have been saying, i'm not sure why i'm here typing at this time of night under the influences i'm under. Simultaneously, it could be at this point that I will achieve the more honest side of my writings, and that could be scary. Scary because I don't know what might flow out from my fingers and into the infinate information highway. (i'm sure daniel will have a field day with my grammar and sentence structure). Enough of the foreplay.
I guess it's hard not to become speculative of yourself while in this state of mind. Well, at least for me it is. It's at this beautiful point in my intoxication that I usually begin to question my intentions and my motives in my life. Why am i where i am? I could ask a million why questions, but it seems in the very essence of these adverbs i am missing the point. I sy that because it almost seems useless to ask why in these circumstances. Everyone is searching for a purpose and reason (to be redundant), but (as far as i know) kill themselves looking for that reason or purpose. Is my question not to be answered, or do I answer it. Well, i'm sure it's not that latter. I'm sure that i'm here to help people, but i've also hurt enough people to feel that my reason has been foregone when i messed up the first time. So, no one is perfect - i know. I've never met a perfect person. Maybe it's a religious aspiration to become that which is hardly attainable; to strive to be Christlike. That's what the word Christian came from - "little Christ". I feel that way a lot. I feel that there is little Christ in me, and I am some sort of selfish symbiot seeking self gratification. (i've never felt so redundant. And the fact that i keep mentioning that makes it worse. Haha.)
God knows what i could be. He's shown me part of how He sees me. One might think that i am either insane or that I am stupid to be writing this if I know what little i do. I can empathize with either side. I mean, if i "know" something, why would i not act on it? There's that why question again. Perhaps this is a perfect illustration for how i am right now. I know what i'm supposed to be, but it seems far from me at times because i doubt myself (like most humans do). I doubt God more than myself, and therefore doubt what i am supposed to be. If i didn't doubt God, and His plan for me, I wouldn't ask "why", I would be who i am without restraint. However, this isn't the case. I find myself torn between complete understanding and complete security. Life, in a human way, is quite predictable. Choose your vice, and it will take you in circles until you're dizzy. When you become "dizzy" you stop whatever you were doing, shake it off, pretend you're pursuing a different course, and, as soon as you have doubt, you revert back to that vice. Around and around you go. Some people realize this pattern, and some people blame it on their circumstances, but the end result is the same - you become predictable. I guess you could say that, right now, i feel completely predictable. I hope this makes sense later. . .

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Coheed and Cambria

I'm having one of those days where everyone annoys me. Even people i like most of the time are irksome. I just want them to shut it, and leave me alone. I know why I feel angry at myself, but why does that have to pour into my other relationships? Usually when i'm down, i like to be around people that bring me up. However, right now i might flip out at the first person to say "hello" to me.
Now that i'm thinking about it more, i guess it's just the human element. Once again, it's something i can't really remedy - whether it be within myself or others - it's not really in my control. Today i really got rejected hardcore. Ok, well, it wasn't that big of a deal. A company told me that I wouldn't fit in their ranks. It made sense in my head because, yeah, i'm not into sales - i'm into finance. But they wouldn't tell me WHY i didn't match their criteria. Maybe i care too much about what people think of me, or maybe they suck at telling people how things are. It's like getting a bad grade on a test, but nothing is marked wrong. The teacher just says, "well, you didn't pass, but nothing was wrong." It doesn't make any sense to me.
Am i being thick headed? Perhaps it's my general anger towards passive aggressive business practice that gets me. All i know is that i still don't have a job.

Current Mood: irritated
Current Music: Bleeding Through

SO, i just saw the newest Tony Jaa movie. He's supposedly the new jet li or bruce lee or someone of that nature. THe movie was called The Protector. YOu've probably heard of it. I thought it was awesome! IT was pure action. No plot, character development, or acting ability, but the action was amazing! I recommend any guy to see that movie.
I'm in my third week of my last semester at GSU. I should have said that with an exclamation point, but the first two weeks were so ridiculous that I don't think it deserved one. I spent two weeks going between offices, paying unknown fees, standing in pointless lines, talking to incompetent people, begging to be let back into my last four classes, and petitioning the college of business to let me graduate on time. All they would have to have done was to have emailed me about any issues they have with my "account" at GSU. Instead, they let me figure out on my own that, for some mysterious reason, I was no longer enrolled. Retarded. That's the best fitting word i could use for that kind of mindset. Get with the program! If I give money to an institution for a service, i expect that institution to carry out what we agreed. If the agreement is not carried out, I should be informed. Basic contractual agreement guidelines. I cannot help but think that I'm not the only one suffering from this Monopoly control. Am i calling for more government direction? Am i calling for privatization? Certainly more of the latter than the former, but no one should have to deal with these type of situations. It's just silly.

I'm ok now. Uh, my mentor has been a huge help. It's like he forces me to force myself to help myself.
SO, things are getting better. It's interesting, well blatantly obvious actually, how choosing to let God intervene significantly improves everyday life.
Working out has been a blasty blast! I'm so frikin sore.
I have a final today and tomorrow. Cost Accounting, then Psychology. Then it's TWO WEEKS OF NO SCHOOL! I'll be looking for a job though. So, don't worry, i'll still be busy.

I feel bipolar, or "manic depressive". Wow, i never thought about how drastic a different connotation those two synonyms have. Anyway, the reason i feel bipolar is because this last weekend, i have felt horrible about myself. I've felt like a loser, a failure, an outcast, and that i'm hopeless and Godless. I've never had my spirits so low, and my hopes so diminished.
It's good to have friends, like brad and my dad, who are willing to really listen and pray if i need them to. I've also discovered the reason there's a difference in what friends care and what friends CARE. EVeryone will always want to know you're going to be ok, but only a few will be there every step of the way. The way to tell, look at how you treat those friends. The way you treat your friends DEFINES how they will react to you when they have a chance to act.
And, lastly, it's good to know you're there, God.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: As I Lay Dying

So, i'm in a mood. I'm feeling kind of dark because i want to rip myself to shreds. Sometimes it feels like i'm living someone else's life, and i'm f*cking it up all the time. So, i make mistakes. I make them over and over. I keep making them. Do i really learn if i never change? I think not. I think not because i want to change, but i don't, and therefore, keep making "mistakes". Are they mistakes if you do them on purpose? No. Then what are they? A rebellion against myself? A rebellion against God? It's true, i do want to live in the life GOd would want me to have, and, yet, i keep choosing against it. Maybe i could just slip into a lifestyle no one knows about. It could be possible. No one cares that much about other human beings if they never get the hint that one of their best friends is in trouble. A friend of mine went to rehab, and i had no idea. I was just mad that he hadn't called. How different would it be for me? Treat the people you want to be treated, i guess.
I wonder if anyone would know. I would be different, but only on the inside. I know how i look to people. I would know how to pull it off - i pretend to care a lot. I know I would be completely empty inside. I would have nothing to offer anyone, and i would feed off of others to fulfill my own selfish need.
I think i need a reason bigger than myself to change. I can't bring myself to believe that i would change simply because it would be better for me. I think i could change for someone else because i like to make people happy.
I need to know life can be beautiful. I need to know that there's someone out there who cares more than i could possibly know. I need someone who can pierce through my fronts, and hug me when i'm a fuck-up, and hold my head in their hands when everything falls apart. I need to know i matter. I need to know that i matter to someone who matters a lot to me.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: The Killers

TOday. I have don't what some would describe as boring:
Applied for office jobs through GSU
Signed up for new insurance
Eaten two cookies
Studied for my final exam in BUSA 3000
Aquired the Lewis Black, The Dog and Pony Show, and Dead Poetic cds
Watched critter play pikmin2
Updated my iPod
Wrote a song on guitar

I've decided that I wanted to write whatever came out of my head just a few minutes ago, and thought i'd take it out on the internet. Like the subject, i don't know what i'm talking about.
Anywho, it's been quite some time since i've allowed myself the ability of recording my life in a written fashion. Why is fashion spelled that way? Shouldn't it be spelled "fastion"? I'll make up a definition for it too: to be completely ridiculous in that you are beyond recognition from the rest of your normal behaviors. This entry is getting more and more interesting as i type without purpose.
I'm probably going to talk about ignorance in some sort of FASHION somewhere in this entry, because i think about people's ignorance all the time. People who won't go when the light is green, people who walk into me and flick me off, people who run stop signs and almost hit me are the people i'm talking about. It's those people, the one's that decided that reading is too cumbersome a task, that drive me to madness.
Although, now that you've got me thinking, i've never stopped to consider my ignorance. I know i have to have at least SOME - it's inherent in every human life form. I just don't know the extent to which it hinders me. How could i know anyway? If i did know, then I wouldn't be ignorant!
That brings up another interesting topic. Friends. I should be informed about my lack of conscientiousness towards others because of the fact i have friends. Shows, movies, and books all talk about what friends are: people who care for you, are there for you, challenge you, and listen to you. How many real friends do i have? Does anyone really have any friends? Are these media sources a good reference to the true meaning of friendship? WHo knows, all i want to whine about is that, if i am ignorant of something, i hope to be informed by my friends about it, rather than wondering around the rest of my life actin' a fool. Perhaps it's society itself that is the problem therein. Society promotes political correctness, and, therefore, everyone is right as long as you can agree to disagree at the most extreme. On the other side, in theater, television, and books, friendship is the aforementioned definition. So, be both and neither is what i'm gathering from this. No wonder people are so retarded - no one corrects them or informs them of their incompetence. It's similar to this case i heard about on the radio (i know, such a reliable source) about this woman who went to see the doctor for a check up. He informs her that she is officially obese. She sues him. Are you kidding me? I don't care if she won or lost! She sued him?!?! Not only is the doctor simply diagnosing a patient with, what the U.S. calls, a disease, but it was also in a context where you're supposed to hear that kind of stuff!! I don't go to the doctor, get weighed, and come to find out i'm over my target rate say, "you bastard, why did you make me weigh myself? I'm very sensitive." NO one does that. That's what you go to the doctor for! GOod Lord in heaven. Alright, now i'm actually starting to get mad, i'm out.

Current Mood: bored

It's been a while since i've been on here updating this thing, and that's an understatement. I've been up to plenty - music, school, work, and friends. Can friendships be considered a hobby? I think it should.
Well, i have no real topic to cover specifically. Although, it seems that these never seem to have a common theme. By "these" i mean a typical person's quintessential journal entry. I mean, life doesn't give you a "common theme" to go along with. That would be too easy. Like correct grammar, who needs that?
I've been pursuing a life with the only real GOd lately. I think it's because i'm so tired of living a routine life. After a while, if you are intelligent enough, you start to notice that, without a direction, you start going in circles. I guess that's where christians deemed unsaved people "lost". It's been great so far. Life's never been more complicated and stressful, and i love it. I know that's kind of weird, but i undertake these things under the authority that i have in Jesus Christ's blood that was shed for me. Life is so much different when you're no longer living specifically for yourself. I'm living for God because it's what i want, and, therefore, i'm living without living for myself, but being completely satisfied nonetheless. I don't know if any of that is making sense, but it's solely for my understanding - right? That's the idea of a journal right? For my eyes only? W/e, this is a tangent.
SChool is going well. I think i'll be pulling up my GPA this semester - which is good because i'm going to be graduating in december. That's right, Peter BLane will have a Bachelor's degree in Busniess Administration with a concentration in Finance. GOodtimes. Now all i have to do is get a job! Hahaha.
So, i've been thinking about how old i am lately. How old all my friends are. How old my family members are. I'm going to be 23 this year. mY youngest friend is 20. My littlest brother is 14. It's crazy. The next thing i know, i'm going to be married or something rediculously miraculous like that.
I can't believe i've been ranting for so long.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Protest the Hero

SO, what is love? To be quite honest, i don't think i have any idea. Not the kind of love with friends, family, or pets. THe kind of love you only share with one person throughout your life. Are you destined to have a happy life with someone? Do you have a choice? I guess it's like the calvanism vs. arminianism, or free will vs. pre-destination. Is it chance or fate? I think it's in the middle. Throughout your life, you make choices. THose choices turn into decisions, and those decisions make up your character. Then, your character makes you. Whether or not those decisions were pre-destined or of free will, you made them. That, in turn, i think, slowly defines the person you end up with.
So, do i think there's only one person for that someone? Or, do i think there could be plenty? I think neither. To piss myself off, i'm going to go with this: It's what you decide it to be.
All my life i've been told there's someone out there God is preparing for me to be with. Doesn't sound like i have a lot to do with it. I do know that God chooses not to control me, but i also know that i'm only happy when He is allowed to.
People tell me to wait for the right person to come to me. People tell me that i need to go out there and meet somebody. Who's in charge of this crap? Couldn't i be happy being single the rest of my life with nothing to hold me back or worry about? I honestly don't know. What if i never have sex? Dear lord! Wouldn't that be a tragedy? Maybe not. Sex has never been more than what i thought i would want. I've never done it because i don't feel that it's something i can trust. A whole life of me only trusting me.
Isn't that what everyone does? Pretend to trust, but only look out for themselves? Hmm, that couldn't be the cause of less-than-half chance a married couple has together? It's more likely that a couple will be divorced than it is that they will stick with each other. I saw an article in today's paper about a couple that had been together for 60 years - married. It was on the front page. THat is news! Almost as if the writers of that article were asking if love still had a chance.
I had two friends get married this summer. I think they were the biggest morons for it. I could be wrong, yes, there is the distinct (and hopeful) posibility. Numbers don't lie either.
What about if that happens to me? COuld i marry the "wrong" peron? I don't want to ruin someone else's life - thanks though. I feel bad enough breaking up with someone. Knowing that i can't be there to comfort them through what i did to them, and help them move on - kills me. I don't think i could handle doing that to someone i promised to share the rest of my life with - to myself or someone else. That would be too much to bear.
I don't know what i'm trying to get at here. Maybe something about trust. Maybe something about what we know as "love" that could be a fallacy. I know this idea of "love" scares me to death. Perhaps because i take it seriously, and don't toss it around like a high school crush would. Perhaps because i want to fall in love like no one else does. Perhaps because i want to trust another human being more than everyone else. Perhaps because i'm scared to trust and love . . . like everyone else.

Current Mood: realistic
Current Music: hawthorne heights

i had to type this in my phone at work because it came to me suddenly.

A sleepless night,a bothered mind.
I tell myself what I already knew.

But, as i lie awake,
I find an uneasy complacency.
I toss and turn,
But cannot say a thing.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: it's still As I Lay Dying

I don't recall when i initially thought of this, but i thought that i'd share it with my dear journal. I was thinking about how a lot of people act in similar ways (i.e. mad about traffic, constantly choosing ignorance over intelligence, etc.). I then realized, probably by some greater Source, that there is, perhaps, a "tell-tale" sign of what people you will enjoy and which you will not.
I desided that there are two types of people: ones you get along with and those you don't. Or, as i've aptly named them, "good guys" and "retards" (because whoever you don't hang with are usually thought of as uncool). One group always talks about how other people made them feel in a situation, whereas the other will talk about how they felt because of that person. One group loves to subject themselves to philsophical thought and pondering, whereas the other group will ignore that part of their brain. One group will be very sarcastic and cynical because of the mistakes they have had to learn from, but the other will keep doing the same thing without hesitance. You can almost tell who these people are upon first meeting them by their mannerisms. Of course there are people who are in the middle, but they usually lean one way or the other to some degree.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: As I Lay Dying

I was talking with my friend brad the other day about stuff that's not mentioned in the Bible - or unclear to us - and trying to make sense of it according to our faith. We were talking about hell, and what that means for those who are "condemned". If hell is eternal separation from God, as The Book says, then does that mean that we are separate from everything He was involved in making? Does that include the soul? Or does "separation", in this context, mean envy?
We talked about the possibility of someone, who is not a christian, never having their soul "born again" or "brought to life in the spirit". If someone is never spiritually alive, does that mean they die the same way an animal would and only know voidness (is that a word?) for eternity. Or is that separation - that i mentioned earlier - more of being aware of what you don't have (envy)? For example, maybe, during the suffering of being in hell, you can also see heaven and be aware of regret in not choosing that path.
Just something i was thinking of. I would love some imput.

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: nope

Aside from what I believe America is NOT doing (see subject), i would like to enlighten you about a thought i shared with my little brother, critter, not too long ago. The context was that Critter had to reap the consequences of someone else's actions because he stood up and did the right thing. This is what i said to him:
When you're the hero, you stand alone. When you stand up for what's right no one will back you up. If you have friends that will stand with you through it all, they are true friends because they are heros too.

I've been chillin' this weekend. It has been fun. I have been hanging with xian, ryan, kris, dave hammond, joel, rashid and his crew, and my brother this weekend. When dave hammond came over, he brought my old roommate mike with him. IT was great seeing an old friend. We caught up a little amidst the commotion of the party, and it was, as God once said, "good".
This last week at school has been rough for me. It was all the tests and projects that are always due before the finals. It's nice to have all that done now, but i even had stomach aches during this stressful chapter - that's never happened to me before. I have gotten through it, and i feel so much better - minus the pollen.
Pollen. What an annoying way for flowering plants to have sex. i understand that it's necessary for the gametophyte generation, but it makes my eyes water, my throat sore, and my eyes swollen. Not to mention that scientists/meteorologists consider a 120psi count extremely high, and atlanta's hangs around 2500psi during the spring.
Now that i have complained about the life GOd has given me to live, i would like to say how good life is. Even when it sucks, there is some sort of gratitude for being alive - for me anyway.
ok bye.

Current Music: The bled

without life, there's only death. Without peace there is war. Without war, there is no humanity. Without humanity, there is no corruption. My anger, frustration, anguish, and disdain are results of a twisted world impressed upon my simple mind. The most beautiful things in this world are the ugliest. Without comparison, there is no beauty. Without beauty, there is no creation. Without creation there is no life. Without life, there is only death.

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Remembering Never

So, i am playing a show (with victorian) at the masquerade tonight. I think there will be a significant number of people there. Not like 400, but more like 150 or something. Anyway, it's the first time i will have played there. I've always wanted to play there just so i can say, "oh, the masquerade? Yeah, i've played there." It'll be fun though.
Life. Why is it that i always write about it? Sort of like it demands my attention constantly - even though i get tired of it. LIke a friend who doesn't have any social skills. Well, i guess the reason for me writing about life all the time is because it's always happening, and i'm always learning something because of it. I wish there was a pause button on this thing. Anyway, Jamal randomly showed up at my house without me giving consent. I really am starting to doubt that he can still claim heterosexuality. Actually, i already do. After about thirty minutes of awkward conversation, he left. Then my mom informs me that he had been sitting outside for an hour. Who does that? I've never even had a girl try that crap. Psychotic? Restaining order?
I had great break from stuff on tuesday. I skipped my BORING biology class to go home early. It was a cloudless day with a temperature of 70 degrees. I sat outside with a cold coke and my Encyclopedia (1964 edition). I learned that asprin came from coal tar (it's now made synthetically), and that atlanta had a population of 485,655 in '64. Goodtimes, eh?

Current Mood: drained
Current Music: only in my head

Kris Farhy and i have had many conversations about life and its conundrums. One of these concerns the basic human action and response to any given situation. My idea was that humans react to things based on, what my guess was, a few basic emotions or foundational priciples. It all involves breakdowns. For instance, let's say that someone gets cut-off in traffic. The person being cut off can react in, more than likely, one of two ways: (1)get pissed that that person, now in front of them, was rude to them, or (2) let it slide because it's not really that important. This person now has a choice of ignorance vs. intelligence. Ignorance, because getting mad at someone that cut the first person off for not being intelligent enough to be considerate of those around them, is not grounds for judging a person. Intelligence because the person being cut off can realize there are other people with problems similar to his/hers in the world. You can then go from ignorance vs. intelligence to The Life Experience. Life is about relationships and experiences and interactions with those people you have relationships with. It's also about finding, or longing for, a purpose in your life. From this point it's about beliefs: "do i accept God or not?", "do i live my life as if there is no God, or do i trust in Him as my Creator?" The actions taken by the persons involved will reflect on the rest of these choices and effect their overall decision about their life philosophy. Basically saying that life isn't necessarily as intricate as it seems.
Anyway, all that to say, I found out that i am FAR from being the first person to think of this. As a matter of fact, i'm a dozen, or so, centuries behind this level of thought. Aristotle is this man. "All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire."
Aristotle
Greek critic, philosopher, physicist, & zoologist (384 BC - 322 BC)
Gah, what a freaker. He's one smart guy. Perhaps, one day, i will post about my thoughts of the deterioration of human thought. It would take too much to do it all in this one. Blah.

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