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March 28, 2007
i fully expect to be sucked into a vortex one day. this is not a metaphor for death. i think that one day, something that defies natural law will occur to me, like being sucked into a vortex that randomly appears in the sky, and i will be the only one that can prove this cosmic anomaly exists, and the cosmic anomaly will make me disappear and i will not be able to prove that this anomaly, proof of a separate reality from what is taken as general truth, exists.
i enjoy life and maintain an abnormal fear of death. i do not always treat the people i love as good as i possibly could. i do not work as hard as i want to. i destroy my own body and my environment with chemicals and bad practices. i think most people do this, but are unaware that there is a process of achieving this kind of hypocrisy.
i talk about buying products sometimes.
sometimes i think about a few republican things, and do not hate them.
people are the same, in theory. in actuality, people do not always think about their selfish motivations or if their actions reflect their beliefs.
politically, people in america probably agree with these three things:
1) people should be free to make their own choices when those choices do not dramatically affect the lives of others.
2) the government should provide enough protection for people so that they can have lives that are secure and without a constant realistic fear of death.
3) our environment is important, and the conservation of nature is something that should be taken seriously.
there are different implications to these beliefs, but ask nearly anyone what they think about them, and they will answer truthfully and probably agree. the problem is, people do not think about their actions and how what they are doing may not agree with what they want to be doing.
the only way to actually vote in america is with money. corporations and special interests dictate everything now. i am sorry. i don't agree with it, and i will take my gun to the capitol if anyone wants to do something about it, but until then, money decides everything. if you buy coffee, you support latin america. if you buy groceries at whole foods, you support organic foods. if you buy wine, you support grapes.
i am a capitalist. i eat burgers sometimes, and sometimes wish i was a vegetarian. there are vortices in the water, occasionally. i think about socialism and how it is okay and helps good people. i think about how politicians are all wrong and horrible. i think about death every day. i try to show my family i care about them. i buy products and services.
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I am basically the same as you and that makes me fearful of cloning technologies and other stuff like that. I can add to the list that not only do I participate knowingly in the consumer part of our capitalist economy but I also work for the selling part of the capitalist economy so that I have money to be a consumer of things later. I'm a mostly vegetarian but not because I think eating meat is bad. Preparing meat just takes longer than preparing vegetables and tofu and stuff and you have to worry about bacteria like e-coli and stuff. I eat eggs and milk though. I went to the Evergreen State College which is the capital of reactionary liberal ideas and I began to feel like a republican so I could argue with people. I feel uncomfortable when anyone accepts an ideology with really understading any of it [which is probably the definition of being a college aged person or something].
Sorry for my long and rambling and boring response but I like your post and I wanted to respond so I did.
Nice post.
- Ofelia / March 31, 2007 9:40 AM
good response. we agree. most people will probably agree with both of us, and if they do not, we can attack them.
- gene / March 31, 2007 11:46 AM
A friend of mine was telling me the other day of his newly realized fear of dying in a plane, causing him to get wasted drunk on plane rides, stumbling off the plane into the airport drunk and tired. He said he starts to get nervous and sweats and feels his heart palpitate and thinks about the wings covered in flames and spiraling towards the ground sausaging two minutes of complete terror as his life flashes in his head, his miserable life. It's sad to think a 25 year-old fears nostalgia already. And I asked him, "But what does it matter when it's all over? You won't even know the difference. I mean, how could you?" Then I rambled something about more deaths occuring in cars on roads than in planes, which seemed redundant to a boy who refuses to deal with himself.
Socialism is too much of an ideal to me. How is there a guarantee of who says how everyone can be equally happy? Some frosted utilitarian sugar sandwich, fried and then covered with frosting can satiate the sweet tooth of a glut, but who's to say how much is too much or enough when society's smothered by the teets of materialism and comfort foods full of fats and calories inflating people like beached cheese balls. Plus, power corrupts, and to divide, first you must conquer and with all that conquering comes a sense of entitlement, and oh geez, can they really keep up with everybody? I bet this was on Orwell's mind.
I like working hard, spending my money on things that make me happy, flirting with pretty people, conversating with good brains and spreading happiness to people I care about. I watch what I eat and exercise, because I don't want to be hypocritical and frown when I see squishy people when I have squishy spots myself. Blah, blah, sometimes I talk too much.
- Sabra / April 1, 2007 10:53 PM
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