After much debate, thought, and some time with friends... I have decided that human kind is not worth completely giving up on.
Anyhow... life seems to trudge onward through the existential marsh purely with hope for something better... something more. I imagine now that my lack of social interaction is for more specific reasoning... perhaps to filter out those who I know will be completely irrelevant in my life and myself irrelevant in theirs. I tend to watch the lives of others and notice how I'm not a big part of anybody's life and likewise is the same. I've always just someone that's been there... observing.
Observations are great. There's the potential to learn a lot about life and the people in it as well as humanity as a whole. Every day there's something new. You learn about the good sides of people, the bad sides, and everything in between. Without other people would life be so interesting?
Last night I heard two friends conversations about different experiences of people I didn't know... I of course have very little to add to the conversation because my social structure is very small with a top-off at maybe 15 people. This seems like a lot numerically but one has to keep in mind constantly that most of the time these are people who don't hang out with one another, I don't hang out with a lot, and quite a few happen to be coworkers. So, with such a limited social structure of friends, worth-while experiences dwindle, and a sense of fun accompanied by others is practically nonexistent. Perhaps my purpose socially is just as the observer, listener, and person who is occasionally approached for guidance... this seems to have been my role with every friend I have ever had. People do not look to me for fun and interesting experiences... they look to me for someone to listen to them talk about how miserable their lives are.
Too bad I don't get paid for that.
If our purpose here is to learn, how many people really learn?
Random thought... I wonder if Paul Wolfowitz has ever gotten laid without having to pay the girl. It's a wonder thinking about how nobody's been assassinated yet.
-Hlatus
Anyhow... life seems to trudge onward through the existential marsh purely with hope for something better... something more. I imagine now that my lack of social interaction is for more specific reasoning... perhaps to filter out those who I know will be completely irrelevant in my life and myself irrelevant in theirs. I tend to watch the lives of others and notice how I'm not a big part of anybody's life and likewise is the same. I've always just someone that's been there... observing.
Observations are great. There's the potential to learn a lot about life and the people in it as well as humanity as a whole. Every day there's something new. You learn about the good sides of people, the bad sides, and everything in between. Without other people would life be so interesting?
Last night I heard two friends conversations about different experiences of people I didn't know... I of course have very little to add to the conversation because my social structure is very small with a top-off at maybe 15 people. This seems like a lot numerically but one has to keep in mind constantly that most of the time these are people who don't hang out with one another, I don't hang out with a lot, and quite a few happen to be coworkers. So, with such a limited social structure of friends, worth-while experiences dwindle, and a sense of fun accompanied by others is practically nonexistent. Perhaps my purpose socially is just as the observer, listener, and person who is occasionally approached for guidance... this seems to have been my role with every friend I have ever had. People do not look to me for fun and interesting experiences... they look to me for someone to listen to them talk about how miserable their lives are.
Too bad I don't get paid for that.
If our purpose here is to learn, how many people really learn?
Random thought... I wonder if Paul Wolfowitz has ever gotten laid without having to pay the girl. It's a wonder thinking about how nobody's been assassinated yet.
-Hlatus