The Last Bastion Of Absurdity

Competition for airspace. Self-projection. Stubbornness. Just general beligerence. Whatever.

Why does Sasha dislike me?

Because he wants to. Because he can.

This isn't about him, this is about me, and not hating him for it. In my ever continuing quest to distance myself from my obnoxius primary-school brat self, I'm trying so hard to get rid of the immature habit of disliking people for purely reciprocal reasons. There are so many people, at school too, people I don't know well enough to judge - yet I find myself disliking them for superficial reasons like something they said to me once, or something someone else said about them.

Nowhere in the definition of being a good/nice/intelligent human being does it say "likes maggie". Oh, maybe the Nice definition has "likes people" but how many people these days are nice? How do you define Being a Nice Person anyway?

We consider someone nice when they are nice to us. It's just what we do. I suppose, really, my definition is of someone who is nice to me for no readily apparant reason - that is, their reasons for being nice to me have to do with the person they are rather than the person I am. I suppose that's what I want to be. But then, you can't really - I mean a Nice person is nice to people as human beings, not as individuals, so when you get to know an individual...

I guess that's why you cannot judge your friends for niceness - because they're nice to you because of you, because of what you've said and done. Maybe your friends, if they didn't know you, wouldn't be nice to you at all - for that matter, maybe if an enemy had just met you, they'd be nice to you. Watch how your friends treat people they don't know. Watch how YOU treat strangers.

But then, what kind of objective measures are there for nice people? And what about the people who are nice to your face, though they don't like you? Are they being nice by not showing you their dislike, or are they being mean by only insulting you behind your back? But no, that's not a question of niceness - that's about integrity. About holding the same opinions whoever you're talking to, and not lying to people about the way you feel about them.

But I digress. ...good GOD, how I digress! :P

What was my point? Right - I'm trying not to base an irrational dislike of Sasha solely on the fact that he doesn't like me. He doesn't HAVE to like me. In any case, this isn't about him or any of the other people i'm tempted to hate. This is about me. This is my opinion to place as I wish, and I am not going to let it be influenced by the opinions of other people in any way.

I have not the right to judge. If I do, it is my flaw and noone elses.

 

...back to reality. Constantine was awesome. As in, sheer abject terror. But in a good way. WATCH IT NOW. It is one of those rare things called a good scary movie (i think i crushed Avi's hand :P sorry!) and it doesn't even need specialised Christian type knowledge, despite all the heaven/hell stuff. Well of course it helps that I've done extensive reading in the sciffy postapocalyptic sector - Good Omens and the like.

...oh crap three days until t3h hospitalisation. >_<

Your Brain is 33.33% Female, 66.67% Male

You have a total boy brain Logical and detailed, you tend to look at the facts And while your emotions do sway you sometimes... You never like to get feelings too involved

I seem to have developed a posse. Jacqui from Campbelltown and Josh from Wagga Wagga. O_o more netrandoms.... They were nice though.

Miss American Bimbo didn't perpetuate her sterotype today - yesterday she was being all "People eat birds? Ew! ...omg a chicken is a bird?" and asking what every second word meant in an American accent, which was funny. Today she A)turned out to be philippino, B)didn't ask about anything I understood and C) turned out to be nice :P Teach me not to judge people by first impressions.

We spent the morning on propositional logic, quantifying and fun stuff like that. And more Ven diagrams! (Yeah thats ven not xen :P I'ma stoopid) but it got sooo boring after a while. There's only so many times you can go yeah so if P then Q and R only if C, right...

Then we got into the interesting religion/morality debates which didn't actually get anywhere. at recess and lunch Josh n jacqui and I got lost again :D that josh guy should really know not to let us lead the way by now. He knew where the cafe was the whole time, he just thought we knew where we were going.

After it was done (and we filled out evaluation forms and Josh dissected his name tag) I walked down that long white path thru the middle of the uni with my eyes closed. I think it's an interesting measure of self confidence, how long you can walk without looking where you're going. I kept opening my eyes of course...


On the way home I went to the library and found that the book id reserved was on shelf anyway. Which was total BS, sif im gonna pay a buck for something i didnt need to reserve in the first place. so yeah, the asian librarian lady was nice and cancelled my reservation and i now have teh book. Wheeee.

What I'd like to know from the people who consider AL a poser, is this: what is she actually *posing* AS? She seems to me to just be a mixture of punk and pop. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing nless your both hardcore punk and also subscibe to the ridiculous idea of liking artists. You don't *do* that. You like *songs*, not the people who sing them. That way you don't come up with the embarrassing scenario of complaining how much you hate someone and then being confronted with a song of theirs which is actually good. Because avril does have good songs. Losing my Grip, Nobody's home - they're good. Admittedly the pretentously spelled "sk8er boi" and complicated kinda sucked, a lot, but that doesn't make *her* bad.

I don't think I'm going to get fired, by the way. Work today was tolerable, I think I'm pulling my weight at last. Competence level - going up! w00t.

Check t3h devart for a work-inspired Random Intro - guess which bits actually happened!
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/12760387/

Walking down an empty pavement, you close your eyes and just keep walking. Why?

A. The adrenalin rush of stepping into the darkness, the un-known

B. It's a matter of faith. Walking blind, and trusting that you won't walk into anything.

C. People will think you are weird - a good image to cultivate.

D. The thrill of the game - knowing there oculd be anything out there, but if you're afraid, and you open your eyes to check - you lose.

E. It's a metaphor. It reminds you that life is all about walking forward with no clue as to what's in front of you, except what you know should be there, but you keep going anyway, because you'll never get anywhere by standing still.

F. You just felt like it.

G. It's really trippy, man.

H. All of the above.



So I'd really think mine is F, but for all I know it might be H, because if you trust your own reasoning completely then you're a moron.