if I was your vampire...
So, it's saturday. I'm waiting on a friend to finish up doing something or another. Supposed to be going to something. I really don't know. I just kinda go along with these sort of things. I've been feeling spacier than usual lately. The restlessness of youth, I suppose. So, while I wait, I thought I'd write something about something.
Vagueness is a specialty of mine.
Have you ever really thought about what "time" is? I think of all the aspects of human life, it is the least understood. I think this is probably because time doesn't even exist. It's a construct that we applied to our lives to help make some sense of it. But, if you think about it, the minute we're in now is the present, but in one minute, the minute we're in will be the present, etc. ad infinitum. But, how can two seperate minutes be the present at the same time? The past is really an illusion as well, because that only exists in the present. And, the future doesn't exist because it hasn't happened yet, and when it does, it will be the present. So, in reality, time is just the moment your currently in, as is the past and future. But, no one likes to think that time is a single instant with no length to it.
We just pile things into our memory in a sequential pattern, to help us keep track of everything that happens. I feel oddly at peace in the fact that there's really nothing else to life than the present. What happened and what will happen have no place in my life. They don't exist.
Oh, by the way, I'm an existantialist, so I don't think anything really exists other than myself, anyway. Go figure.
I'm listening to the new Marilyn Manson album. It took me a few listens, but it's actually pretty amazing. My favorite song from it is probably "Putting Holes in Happiness." Heh, I've been in a belligerent mood lately. Someone's gotten under my skin and is wrecking havoc on my blessed isolation. Someone told me "when you're with someone that long, you can't just make them disappear from your life." My response was "I can try."
she makes the depression business look surprisingly novel
So, it's saturday. I'm waiting on a friend to finish up doing something or another. Supposed to be going to something. I really don't know. I just kinda go along with these sort of things. I've been feeling spacier than usual lately. The restlessness of youth, I suppose. So, while I wait, I thought I'd write something about something.
Vagueness is a specialty of mine.
Have you ever really thought about what "time" is? I think of all the aspects of human life, it is the least understood. I think this is probably because time doesn't even exist. It's a construct that we applied to our lives to help make some sense of it. But, if you think about it, the minute we're in now is the present, but in one minute, the minute we're in will be the present, etc. ad infinitum. But, how can two seperate minutes be the present at the same time? The past is really an illusion as well, because that only exists in the present. And, the future doesn't exist because it hasn't happened yet, and when it does, it will be the present. So, in reality, time is just the moment your currently in, as is the past and future. But, no one likes to think that time is a single instant with no length to it.
We just pile things into our memory in a sequential pattern, to help us keep track of everything that happens. I feel oddly at peace in the fact that there's really nothing else to life than the present. What happened and what will happen have no place in my life. They don't exist.
Oh, by the way, I'm an existantialist, so I don't think anything really exists other than myself, anyway. Go figure.
I'm listening to the new Marilyn Manson album. It took me a few listens, but it's actually pretty amazing. My favorite song from it is probably "Putting Holes in Happiness." Heh, I've been in a belligerent mood lately. Someone's gotten under my skin and is wrecking havoc on my blessed isolation. Someone told me "when you're with someone that long, you can't just make them disappear from your life." My response was "I can try."
she makes the depression business look surprisingly novel