Let's say that Peter doesn't matter a whit. I'd be willing to support such a theory - no offense. You're completely right, there's no *reason* to haul your ass out of bed in the morning. Doing so is probably just going to result in a sunburn and depression.
"It's engage or sit around and play video games. For some reason we're built so that disengaging makes us feel worse. I guess we're supposed to look busy." -James O'Brien
Albert Camus ("Cam-ooo") (french writer I dig) spent most of his life on that idea. He contends that life is fundamentally absurd - you spend X number of years pursuing goals that don't fucking matter, only to die. Huzzah! The twist is that Camus *glorified* this - he argued that man must spend every day struggling against his own inertia to find a subjective> reason to be alive - someting that makes you personally feel decent about not staying in bed.
Steven King, of all people, condensed Camus very well in The Shawshank Redemption: "Get busy living, or get busy dying." Go figure, Peter.
In my experience, most of the unhappy people - fuck that, *all* of the unhappy people - I've met are unhappy because they were busy dying. They tried to hide it with cars, houses, materialism, love, and other nonsense - things that aren't bad in themselves, but don't offer anything more than distraction. I do it, you probably do it, faboo probably does it, too. The effort is putting your fluff into its place, and trying to find something that makes you groove.
Good luck, Peter. You're at a cusp, it sounds like - learn and grow from it.
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Date: 2002-06-25 12:19 pm (UTC)"It's engage or sit around and play video games. For some reason we're built so
that disengaging makes us feel worse. I guess we're supposed to look busy." -James O'Brien
Albert Camus ("Cam-ooo") (french writer I dig) spent most of his life on that idea. He contends that life is fundamentally absurd - you spend X number of years pursuing goals that don't fucking matter, only to die. Huzzah! The twist is that Camus *glorified* this - he argued that man must spend every day struggling against his own inertia to find a subjective> reason to be alive - someting that makes you personally feel decent about not staying in bed.
Steven King, of all people, condensed Camus very well in The Shawshank Redemption: "Get busy living, or get busy dying." Go figure, Peter.
In my experience, most of the unhappy people - fuck that, *all* of the unhappy people - I've met are unhappy because they were busy dying. They tried to hide it with cars, houses, materialism, love, and other nonsense - things that aren't bad in themselves, but don't offer anything more than distraction. I do it, you probably do it, faboo probably does it, too. The effort is putting your fluff into its place, and trying to find something that makes you groove.
Good luck, Peter. You're at a cusp, it sounds like - learn and grow from it.