I've been sitting here looking at some other people's blogs and marveling at the kinds of things they choose to write for the whole world to see. It has occured to me that many will put just the tiniest bit of themselves out there, and not even the most prominent or important bit of themselves. It's just the part that they want to share, the kind of mood or way of thinking that they want to spread around. That seems really nobel and unselfish to me and I kind of wish I could be more like that.
I can never write posts about what I've been doing lately, re-inventing for all of you the blow-by-blow accounts of life as I know it. I get boared, seeing as I already lived it. Here is where I seek to find the meaning behind all that's been happening, and the more personal my struggles are the more philosophical I become, trying to veil the truth in the theoretical.
It really fascinates me to think that we all move around on this plannet doing things and talking about them as though they have face value- when they really don't. I mean, there are very few things in life so all-consuming that they actually get us out of our own heads. And it's the stuff going on in our heads that makes us enjoy one experience over another. The way things make us feel, the associations we have with them, and the things going on under the surface are all way more important than the facts of the experience.
Then again, I don't know if this is true or if I just want it to be true. Maybe we humans are, when you get down to it, pretty much simple creatures who seek out our own comfort and adrenalin rushes and warm weather. Maybe we only hang out with other people because we want to have fun, and then we try to dress it up as something deep and meaningful to feel better about ourselves. Or maybe it's just me that feels a need to dress things up in "meaningful" clothing. Opinions, anyone?
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