Remember that sadistic math question about a fly traveling back and forth between two trains headed towards each other, that they use to illustrate how to compute the sum of a convergent geometric series? What happens to the fly? What happens to the passengers? That's what I really need to know right now, not the stupid sum of a stupid series. What happens when today approaches tomorrow head-on as my mind goes back and forth like the fly between fear of what will go wrong tomorrow and regret for how I've wasted today?
I blame laziness. If you're too lazy to assess, to decide, to plan, to act (not for some stupid long-term goal which is going to change anyway, but even for your temporary satisfaction) and hope to apply the same blanket strategy that you've developed using faulty logic applied to a non-representative life sample and called it 'values' or 'personality' or 'mood' or 'belief' or whatever else to every day for the rest of your life , then as in operating systems, so also in life, you get what you pay for. Yes, Ubuntu, I'm talking about you.
The problem with weekends is that they're too long and too short. Too long when you plan to work, too short when you realize you had to work. Saturday you spend thinking about the rational numbers, measures, and infinity playing pretend like a child. Saturnight you need something mindless to distract you from your pathetic aimless passionless self-pitying existence. Sunday you surrender early and stare aimlessly at walls all day. Sunnight you wait for Monday to strike and continue the infinitely engaging activity of staring at walls in constant fear. Monday you paint your face defeated and walk in shamefully late, predictably sleepy.
Very soon, another year goes by. And nothing changes. It's amazing. With all of life's unpredictabilities, still, nothing changes. What force of nature can move you if not the knowledge that the precious resource of time is not being well spent? This obsession with appearances is so addictive.
Kahan se aaya yeh? Kabh? No rigorous proof or even semi-rigorous proof has been presented for the argument that appearance is everything. What's so bad about mediocrity? What's wrong with being just a guy? I think nudists have a point, somewhere. This whole human obsession with appearance stems entirely from the fact that things can be hidden. Penis size, bank balance, so-called virtues. And that's where the need arises to hint at these things, sometimes to deceive other times for marketing. Which is actually the equivalent of saying always to deceive. If something is important or relevant to people they will notice it automatically at the right time, marketing is lying about how important or relevant something is or cheating by speeding up the time it takes for people to become aware of something.
I'm tired. g/n/s/d/t/c
I blame laziness. If you're too lazy to assess, to decide, to plan, to act (not for some stupid long-term goal which is going to change anyway, but even for your temporary satisfaction) and hope to apply the same blanket strategy that you've developed using faulty logic applied to a non-representative life sample and called it 'values' or 'personality' or 'mood' or 'belief' or whatever else to every day for the rest of your life , then as in operating systems, so also in life, you get what you pay for. Yes, Ubuntu, I'm talking about you.
The problem with weekends is that they're too long and too short. Too long when you plan to work, too short when you realize you had to work. Saturday you spend thinking about the rational numbers, measures, and infinity playing pretend like a child. Saturnight you need something mindless to distract you from your pathetic aimless passionless self-pitying existence. Sunday you surrender early and stare aimlessly at walls all day. Sunnight you wait for Monday to strike and continue the infinitely engaging activity of staring at walls in constant fear. Monday you paint your face defeated and walk in shamefully late, predictably sleepy.
Very soon, another year goes by. And nothing changes. It's amazing. With all of life's unpredictabilities, still, nothing changes. What force of nature can move you if not the knowledge that the precious resource of time is not being well spent? This obsession with appearances is so addictive.
Kahan se aaya yeh? Kabh? No rigorous proof or even semi-rigorous proof has been presented for the argument that appearance is everything. What's so bad about mediocrity? What's wrong with being just a guy? I think nudists have a point, somewhere. This whole human obsession with appearance stems entirely from the fact that things can be hidden. Penis size, bank balance, so-called virtues. And that's where the need arises to hint at these things, sometimes to deceive other times for marketing. Which is actually the equivalent of saying always to deceive. If something is important or relevant to people they will notice it automatically at the right time, marketing is lying about how important or relevant something is or cheating by speeding up the time it takes for people to become aware of something.
I'm tired. g/n/s/d/t/c
