Do I hear the sharpening of knives? Before we get started let me emphasize the intention here is to look at your absurdity not mine. What is the value of political opinion on topical news items otherwise? Of what value to the development of self awareness can one derive from the focus on the self absurdity of other people. Isn’t that a given?
The insight provided by the awareness of one’s own self absurdity and the intention to profit from it, ask yourself if you agree, would it not lie in the attitudinal shift provided by the changed in perspective such awareness would imply? Do you reflexively think to yourself when some item of political news comes up that the view that forms in your head is absurd. Be honest here. Hehe, be honest as if we had that option……
Isn’t there a considerable difference in how a political or any news would be internally experienced by someone who is unaware their worldview is the profoundly ridiculous? So is that our condition?
I remember long long ago when I had to get up like at 4 in the morning to go to work. I am a night person and completely undisciplined about sleep. I stat up long long after most people go to bed. One night the neighbors dog woke me up barking and I of course did the rational thing. I opened the window and started screaming as loud as I could to shut your fucking dog up. Since that time I have never been disturbed by being wakened again. If I get wakened I just go back to sleep. Eventually I got a dog and sometimes he would bark at night. I am a gigantic joke and it’s actually quite fun if you can get past being ashamed of yourself. The gig may bark but the caravan moves on. As soon as something like sleep becomes a desperate issue for you, you are fucked.
I mention this in part because I got a call from my niece early in the morning a few days ago. There is something wrong with her garage door opener because the lithium batteries I got her the last time that happened last just a few days. Anyway, I jumped out of bed, got dressed and got in my car. The sun was coming up after days of heavy rain. Oh what a beautiful morning…. All my niece could do was apologize for the imaginary inconvenience she felt she caused me. For me it was all pure pleasure, both being able to help her and the experiencing the dawn. None of that would have happened if once upon a long time ago I realized that my resentment at being awakened was absurd. One day I won’t ever wake up again.
The insight provided by the awareness of one’s own self absurdity and the intention to profit from it, ask yourself if you agree, would it not lie in the attitudinal shift provided by the changed in perspective such awareness would imply? Do you reflexively think to yourself when some item of political news comes up that the view that forms in your head is absurd. Be honest here. Hehe, be honest as if we had that option……
Isn’t there a considerable difference in how a political or any news would be internally experienced by someone who is unaware their worldview is the profoundly ridiculous? So is that our condition?
I remember long long ago when I had to get up like at 4 in the morning to go to work. I am a night person and completely undisciplined about sleep. I stat up long long after most people go to bed. One night the neighbors dog woke me up barking and I of course did the rational thing. I opened the window and started screaming as loud as I could to shut your fucking dog up. Since that time I have never been disturbed by being wakened again. If I get wakened I just go back to sleep. Eventually I got a dog and sometimes he would bark at night. I am a gigantic joke and it’s actually quite fun if you can get past being ashamed of yourself. The gig may bark but the caravan moves on. As soon as something like sleep becomes a desperate issue for you, you are fucked.
I mention this in part because I got a call from my niece early in the morning a few days ago. There is something wrong with her garage door opener because the lithium batteries I got her the last time that happened last just a few days. Anyway, I jumped out of bed, got dressed and got in my car. The sun was coming up after days of heavy rain. Oh what a beautiful morning…. All my niece could do was apologize for the imaginary inconvenience she felt she caused me. For me it was all pure pleasure, both being able to help her and the experiencing the dawn. None of that would have happened if once upon a long time ago I realized that my resentment at being awakened was absurd. One day I won’t ever wake up again.
