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09/22/AC 197 [ solitude ]
a banal day. nothing more. is it bad for me to relish in the simple tasks. not being bombarded with with life altering dilemmas. returning to nothingness has been quite auspicious on my psyche, very hedonistic on my part though. but i enjoy not having the scrutiny looming over my head wherever i wander. like an incident that happened today some girl wasn't paying attention to the instructor, and outside of class inquired what was the assignment for the night, i answered. she responded with gratitude, and i smiled somewhat and nodded my head. there was no questioning of my action. i know it may not come natural, but why did they insist on me showing emotions, yet when i did, they recoil. i do not understand.
i am just now aware of how sterile my apartment is. a bed, computer desk, and stereo, adorned with scattered books. mostly philosophy books, fuel for my quest to understand how humans normally function. currently i am reading norman o. brown's, life against death. the subjects are intriguing, that mankind is largely unaware of its own desires, hostile to life, and unconsciously bent of self-destruction. it stirs something within me. but reading, isn't living. i lack experience ... another night alone, it's starting to bother me now.
commence. [ 6:21 p.m. ]
09/22/AC 197 [ solitude ]
a banal day. nothing more. is it bad for me to relish in the simple tasks. not being bombarded with with life altering dilemmas. returning to nothingness has been quite auspicious on my psyche, very hedonistic on my part though. but i enjoy not having the scrutiny looming over my head wherever i wander. like an incident that happened today some girl wasn't paying attention to the instructor, and outside of class inquired what was the assignment for the night, i answered. she responded with gratitude, and i smiled somewhat and nodded my head. there was no questioning of my action. i know it may not come natural, but why did they insist on me showing emotions, yet when i did, they recoil. i do not understand.
i am just now aware of how sterile my apartment is. a bed, computer desk, and stereo, adorned with scattered books. mostly philosophy books, fuel for my quest to understand how humans normally function. currently i am reading norman o. brown's, life against death. the subjects are intriguing, that mankind is largely unaware of its own desires, hostile to life, and unconsciously bent of self-destruction. it stirs something within me. but reading, isn't living. i lack experience ... another night alone, it's starting to bother me now.
commence. [ 6:21 p.m. ]