Originally posted by: dc
sad panda
Originally posted by: Orsorum
I have moods that strike once a fortnight or so. These moods usually involve a deep-set melancholic self-loathing and penchant for whimsical dramatizing. They stem, I think, not from any particular desire for drama so much as a need to be seen as a calm in the midst of a storm, somehow wise or knowledgable. This is a fiction, of course, I have no more life experience than anyone else. It is rooted in my tendency to overanalyze, to believe that because I analyze I have some advantage over those who do not analyze.
Not that I entirely disagree with that viewpoint.
I once told someone... I think my ultimate goal is to experience the world. Little more, little less. I don't desire the quiet family life any more than I desire the life of a jetsetter - but I do want to go out and seek new experiences as well as familiar intimacy. The biggest issue, I think, is that in some part of my mind I view such experiences as homogeneous: if I've been in one serious relationship, I've been in them all.
This is lunacy, arrogance, and pure immaturity.
But, it is how my mind is wired, to a certain extent. I do not claim to know all relationships or to understand them all. What I do mean is that in my mind, experiencing a relationship after already having had one is not a priority. I have tasted affection, and love, and intimacy, and that is ok for me, for now; I have other things to do, to study, to experience, and they take priority over forcing some ill-fitting attempt at attraction. And so I have meandered on.
I'm no deeper than the next schmoe who walks by. My life is just as single-minded as the next, tainted by myopia and pettiness, I just focus on academics and achievement rather than relationships or some other proxy for self-actualization. In some ways this narcissitic onanism is worse than other such pursuits because it's reinforcing in the most vain way imaginable short of gazing into a mirror for hours on end.
In some ways I'm the most shallow person I know.
Originally posted by: Orsorum
I have moods that strike once a fortnight or so. These moods usually involve a deep-set melancholic self-loathing and penchant for whimsical dramatizing. They stem, I think, not from any particular desire for drama so much as a need to be seen as a calm in the midst of a storm, somehow wise or knowledgable. This is a fiction, of course, I have no more life experience than anyone else. It is rooted in my tendency to overanalyze, to believe that because I analyze I have some advantage over those who do not analyze.
Not that I entirely disagree with that viewpoint.
I once told someone... I think my ultimate goal is to experience the world. Little more, little less. I don't desire the quiet family life any more than I desire the life of a jetsetter - but I do want to go out and seek new experiences as well as familiar intimacy. The biggest issue, I think, is that in some part of my mind I view such experiences as homogeneous: if I've been in one serious relationship, I've been in them all.
This is lunacy, arrogance, and pure immaturity.
But, it is how my mind is wired, to a certain extent. I do not claim to know all relationships or to understand them all. What I do mean is that in my mind, experiencing a relationship after already having had one is not a priority. I have tasted affection, and love, and intimacy, and that is ok for me, for now; I have other things to do, to study, to experience, and they take priority over forcing some ill-fitting attempt at attraction. And so I have meandered on.
I'm no deeper than the next schmoe who walks by. My life is just as single-minded as the next, tainted by myopia and pettiness, I just focus on academics and achievement rather than relationships or some other proxy for self-actualization. In some ways this narcissitic onanism is worse than other such pursuits because it's reinforcing in the most vain way imaginable short of gazing into a mirror for hours on end.
In some ways I'm the most shallow person I know.
Originally posted by: shilala
Don't make me pull out the "High Hopes" lyrics.
I'm no doctor, but I'm thinkin maybe a hysterectomy and testosterone therapy might help.Originally posted by: Orsorum
I have moods that strike once a fortnight or so. These moods usually involve a deep-set melancholic self-loathing and penchant for whimsical dramatizing. They stem, I think, not from any particular desire for drama so much as a need to be seen as a calm in the midst of a storm, somehow wise or knowledgable. This is a fiction, of course, I have no more life experience than anyone else. It is rooted in my tendency to overanalyze, to believe that because I analyze I have some advantage over those who do not analyze.
Not that I entirely disagree with that viewpoint.
I once told someone... I think my ultimate goal is to experience the world. Little more, little less. I don't desire the quiet family life any more than I desire the life of a jetsetter - but I do want to go out and seek new experiences as well as familiar intimacy. The biggest issue, I think, is that in some part of my mind I view such experiences as homogeneous: if I've been in one serious relationship, I've been in them all.
This is lunacy, arrogance, and pure immaturity.
But, it is how my mind is wired, to a certain extent. I do not claim to know all relationships or to understand them all. What I do mean is that in my mind, experiencing a relationship after already having had one is not a priority. I have tasted affection, and love, and intimacy, and that is ok for me, for now; I have other things to do, to study, to experience, and they take priority over forcing some ill-fitting attempt at attraction. And so I have meandered on.
I'm no deeper than the next schmoe who walks by. My life is just as single-minded as the next, tainted by myopia and pettiness, I just focus on academics and achievement rather than relationships or some other proxy for self-actualization. In some ways this narcissitic onanism is worse than other such pursuits because it's reinforcing in the most vain way imaginable short of gazing into a mirror for hours on end.
In some ways I'm the most shallow person I know.