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Journal $$$$$exyGal's Journal: My secret personal thoughts... 55

Nothing silly and nothing sexy this week. I've been on vacation for the last week or so, and haven't been anywhere near a computer. It gave me a lot of time to think.

I'm going to post some of those private (but probably boring and definitely depressing) thoughts in here, because I want to talk about them, but I'd rather not complicate my real life by talking about them to people I know (that's a long sentence). That's enough introduction... here's my thoughts.

I'm too old for existential angst. I feel very very small. I remember the first time I realized how unimaginably short my life was. Manimal was on TV, and I was sitting at the kitchen table making Christmas decorations with my Mom. For some reason, I started thinking about the length of eternity, and it made me feel so small. It felt similar to the feeling you get when you go to the base of a 100-story building and look straight up at it. I felt dizzy gazing into the face of forever.

After 20 years, that dizzying feeling is back. I know what sparked its return. It's really really stupid. It's movies. Well, it's not just movies, but partly movies. If you take movies like The Matrix, Thirteenth Floor, A.I., etc. for more than just entertainment value, and you really really think about their underlying themes, you may start to question your existence. For most of you, this questioning will probably be a short exercise, because your brain has already traveled these pathways before, and it just lead to an un-pragmatic dead-end. But if the conditions are just right, you might start reconsidering those dead-ends.

Now, when I look at my cat, I see a 3-dimensional representation of my cat constructed with trillions of atoms. Sometimes I just see meowing meat. Other times I look at my cat and see the deaths of the millions of cats that have died in the past. Then I think about the billions of trillions of thinking breathing animals that have ever lived and then died. Most of those animals died alone.

I look at myself in the mirror and I make wild unpredictable facial expressions just to make sure I'm really in control of this body. Deeply into my eyes, I gaze into my soul, and there is no infinity. Nothing special is looking back. I carefully raise my awareness level a few extra notches and gaze further into my eyes. Nothing. The extra-awareness is difficult to sustain, and yields nothing new, so I fall back into my comfortable level of awareness.

Late at night, I shake. It's only happened a few times. At first I thought I was having a medical problem. Maybe blood sugar, an early onset of Parkinson's, or something else strange. After a medical checkup, I'm pretty sure it's not medical, I think it's in my brain. Late at night, I stare at a picture on my wall, and I start to see the huge strips of empty space in between the protons and electrons, and then I feel my legs quiver. Walking around afterwards, I try to forget, and then I sleep on the couch.

If I were a teenager, I suppose I would start wearing all black, dye my hair green, and date dangerous men. I'm too old for this shit.

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  • equilibrium (Score:2, Informative)

    by MousePotato ( 124958 )
    I don't know if you have seen this one yet but go check out equilibrium [imdb.com]. Kind of like farenheit451, gattaca, blade runner and the wizard of oz rolled up into a film that actually works (considering the many movies it draws influence from).
  • Never too old (Score:2, Insightful)

    by reconbot ( 456259 ) *
    If there is one thing I have learned in life is that you are never to old for anything. You will always think of things in new ways. At least I hope you will. (Me too) Its the seeing things in so many ways that makes us feel fulfilled, makes us feel real. Occasionally I think I have everything figured out. I'm always wrong.

    -Francis
    • There is only one thing that I've figured out, and it haunts me whenever I have down-time. "I exist". For 99% of my waking life, I'm an automaton, but for a few moments each day my self-awareness comes alive and screams and screams and screams. The clarity of my own existence frightens me. During those moments, nothing on this green Earth means anything. Nothing else matters but finding a way to free myself from this severely limited human-perception of an existence.

      After those moments of self-awaren

  • Expressing these thoughts is the only way to have them do anything besides just drive you crazy all day. If you find you need something a little more real time (aim, irc, ytalk), mail me at semiATgetanotherfuckingisp...com (or dig around, it isn't too hard to find me.) and I can reply with some better contact info.
    With that out of the way, I believe what you're going through is perfectly natural. You have to try to realise that although you may feel small at times, You are still in full control of your worl
    • Sorry, that wasn't me in #forum.d . The last time I connected to an IRC server was about 8 years ago. Damn.

      I do realize I am in full control of many things in this world, and that does give me comfort. When I feel the most self-aware, however, that is also when I feel the least amount of control. It's as if a war is being waged in my psyche. It is then when I feel the most irrational, and I start to shake.

      • I've been there many nights, that's why I end up keeping myself too busy to think most of the time (not the most healthiest of things to do, but productive is better than not being able to do anything at all).

        What helps some people, specificly the intellectual type as you appear to be, is to try to battle it with logic. A good example of this would be the movie A Beautiful Mind. I wont spoil it for anyone who hasnt seen it, but if you have I'm refering to the observation he made about the little girl.

        You
  • by mekkab ( 133181 ) on Saturday June 21, 2003 @11:03AM (#6261420) Homepage Journal
    My mother's resolution of Existential Conflict (here-after reffered to as ExCon) was children and religion- a smattering of "hope" to wipe away the "What will happen to me" (and "what will happen to me when I die") worries, combined with the "the purpose for my life was to procreate- I have made my mark on the world."
    Which is a pretty effective combo (like Thorazine- who said religion isn't the opiate of the masses?).

    For me, I take comfort in the unknown. That undefinable X represents chance and challenge- I guess that makes me an incurable metaphysical and existential optimist. So fuckin' be it. But when I look at the univerese, and see these simple systems that don't have any "Grand scheme" behind them, and see us hurtling towards this end point of death, and see that things really do balance out on a cosmic scale- the evil of one balancing hte good of another, I come to the same conclusion that most do. Everything equals out in the end, making everything pointless.

    But for some reason I see that not as a point of despair, but instead as a handle to "free my mind", so to speak. Since there is no reason, I reach out from my ID. Life is a rational extension of hedonistic thought. Don't get me wrong, I've "evolved" past the simple "Hungry! EAT! Horny! FUCK! ANgry! HIT!" connotations of the ID, but everything I do, I do to further my own goal, at that moment. And my goal is always the same- do what makes me feel good. Even if it involves pulling all nighters, bending my brain and body just to produce some piece of work for another, that act of "burning chrome" into the night is what gets me high. So thats' what I live for.

    But that's just me.

    • I've been fortunate to have the opportunity to be near a child lately. Watching the child slowly develop human characteristics is very joyous, and sparks something inside of me like nothing else can.

      But, being near a child is just a drug. Religion is just a drug. Solving problems for profit is just a drug. All those things make me forget about my self-awareness, and it helps. But there inlies the problem. I am only happy when I forget that I am self-aware.

      • To be happy, I seek total self-awarenes
      • But there inlies the problem. I am only happy when I forget that I am self-aware.

        Sounds like Zen Buddhism to me. (or FLOW [amazon.com]), And sounds pretty good to me, too!
        But I'm not here to bring you over to the "dark side" of the force. I'm just trying to establish a common ground so we know what the other is talking about.


        To be happy, I seek total self-awareness.
        Self-awareness brings to light my inherent limitations.
        My limitations bring dispair.
        The dispair causes irrational thoughts.
        The irrational thoughts ne
      • Let me guess -- you're in your 20s, right? Yeah -- all that self-exploration stuff is very 20s. Then in your 30s, you start exploring the existence of a higher power... in your 40s and later, well, I'm not sure 'cause I'm not there yet.

        But here's my take on all of this. You're seeking total self-awareness. I'm not sure exactly what that's supposed to mean. But I have an idea: why not live your life, while keeping your mind active? Sure, mental masturbation is part of it (so is physical, but obviously you'
      • Oh yeah, so I was thinking, about the end of the Total Self Awareness road, and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintainence [amazon.com] came up. This is a H00J semi-philisophical treatise on value wrapped in a frame tale, and its also got that TOTAL AWARENESS, centering thing- and what the end point of that road is.
        (and I don't just mean hospitalization!)

        I mean, you can be self-aware of your place in the universe and be at one with the vibrations of the universe, but you are not living- you are only being. Living is
      • Self-awareness brings to light my inherent limitations

        There has not been a moment in my life when I even considered the possibility that I might exist. Therefore, I have no known limitations.

        There are puzzles, and patterns to solve them. You walk without thinking about it because you solved the problem long ago, and the pattern plays itself out, allowing you to absorb more patterns.

        You can drive a car because you know the patterns. A doctor can perform surgery if he knows the patterns. We are like compu

  • Travels [amazon.com] by Michael Crichton was the first thing that popped into my head when I read your journal entry. You might enjoy it.
  • Snap out of it (Score:3, Insightful)

    by Ars-Fartsica ( 166957 ) on Saturday June 21, 2003 @12:40PM (#6261890)
    Life is short...but not as short as it once was. If you are healthy, chances are you will live to be a century old, barring an accident. But yes of course an accident could befall you today - so there's no excuse not to do what you wanted to with your life right now.

    As for your cat, yes it is a bunch of matter hold together by the forces of the universe you cannot control. Don't worry about it - the physical composition of your cat doesn't affect the intangibles benefits.

    Cats have come and gone, people have come and gone. The bottom line is that you are alive right now in amazing, fragile, destructive, progressive, incoherent times and from what I know this is the only shot you get. Go out and do something interesting.

    • That is a healthy attitude to have, and I totally agree with it. But can I do that and also seek total awareness? For me, I feel I have to do one or the other.
      • I have spent hours meditating on philosphy in libraries. I have also spent minutes contemplating life at the end of a gruelling marathon in blistering hat. Guess when I learned more? Living is learning.
        • It's easy to be a holy man on top of a mountain.

          Check out funny man Bill Murray in the not-so-funny The Razor's Edge [imdb.com] for more on the fundamental difference between 'knowing' the path and 'walking' the path. Probably won't solve anything, but, really, what ever does?

          Weed solves things

          Shhhh. This is a Dr. Drew crowd here. They're not down with drugs. This is a nerdy, computer blog. The worst thing these people do is look at boobies online. Now just be cool OK?

          You saw God on Acid

          Yes, I saw lot
      • There is only one level of self-awareness at the moment.

        You say that you feel limited by this? That makes sense because the human body is very restrictive. However, I donâ(TM)t think we look at it correctly sometimes. I think we view the human body as restrictive because we havenâ(TM)t learned how to use it properly. With time, i think we will learn how to use our bodies to do amazing things. And donâ(TM)t forget, our body is the casing for our mind. And without it the mind cannot function (
  • by pi_rules ( 123171 ) on Saturday June 21, 2003 @02:22PM (#6262588)
    but... if it was me.

    1) Read Ecclesiastes.
    2) Go skydiving.
    • I just read Ecclesiastes for the first time. Here's a few quotes:

      ... For in much wisdom is much vexation, and those who increase knowledge increase sorrow. ...

      This is what I have seen to be good: it is fitting to eat and drink and find enjoyment in all the toil with which one toils under the sun the few days of the life God gives us; for this is our lot. ...

      That pretty much sums up what my own mind and body has been telling me for the last 15-20 years. Lately though, my mind values freedom more th

  • (I'll start with an aside) The second paragraph reminded me of this, by Steven Wright:

    One day I got on the bus, and when I stepped in, I saw the most gorgeous blond Chinese girl. I sat beside her.

    I said, 'Hi', And she said, 'Hi', and then I said, 'Nice day, isn't it?'. 'It is, I guess.' 'You guess?'

    And she said, 'I saw my analyst today and he says I have a problem.'

    So I asked, 'What's the problem?' She replied, 'I can't tell you. I don't even know you.'

    I said, 'Well, sometimes it's good to t

  • Mind expansion (Score:3, Insightful)

    by JWSmythe ( 446288 ) * <jwsmytheNO@SPAMjwsmythe.com> on Saturday June 21, 2003 @07:12PM (#6263904) Homepage Journal
    I fully believe that most people live in a fog of what they believe to be life.. Their month exists to

    1) go to work
    2) collect paycheck
    3) pay bills
    4) goto 1

    Their day is even less exciting.

    1) wake up
    2) go to work
    3) work
    4) eat lunch
    5) go home
    6) find passive entertainment (books, tv, video games, whatever)
    7) eat dinner
    8) go to bed.
    9) goto 1.

    Most people fall into their routine (somewhat resembling the above), and that is life. There's no thoughts of the beginning or the end or even what's outside of their simple loop.

    I got a mass mail once.. Not exactly spam, as it wasn't selling anything. It basically said that they believed there are only so many real people in the world, and the rest are filler. This mail had a series of questions (mostly math and mind games), that would guide to you a URL. There was a flaw in the game, but I found the site anyways. I wrote to him after I found his site, but he never wrote back. I guess I wasn't a "real" person to him.

    I don't believe there are a finite number of "real" people. We're all real. Most people are in their fog of reality, and some fall out of the fog. We become the geniuses and psychopaths. It's a fine line, mind you, that I've been riding for years. :)

    I only know some of the answers. I've spent 29 years pondering lots of things (there's lots of time to think in 29 years). Take things you know to be real, and ideas that others share with you (books, movies/tv, conversation), and you can build a tremendous understanding of reality.

    People ask me what my religious affiliation is quite frequently. For some reason once you start pondering things beyond your daily routine, most people assign "god" to it somewhere along the line. I don't know of a religion yet that could possibly have all the answers, or even some of them. I myself have some conflicting ideas.

    Our minds are an electrochemical process. What is the soul? Who knows? We don't right now. What happens when we die? Does the electrochemical process fail, and life is gone, as simply as programs disappearing from memory when a computer is turned off? Do we have a soul that becomes another being when this body dies? If so, why don't we remember the last life? Do we just pass on to another plane of reality (Heaven, Hell, Purgatory Nirvana, Shangra-La, Utopia, Zion, etc?)

    I don't try to claim I know the answers. So many people do claim they know the answer (ask any Christian, and they'll tell you of heaven). If the electrochemical processess doesn't just fail, and there is a "soul", I'll find out when it happens.

    If there is reincarnation, I think I understand why we don't remember much of anything of our previous life.. I have one distinct memory from when I was a baby.. I remember laying in a crib, thinking about the feelings in my hands and feet, confirming to myself that all the parts were there, even though I couldn't focus my eyes on anything yet. If babies are nice new souls, how would I know about my hands and feet, or know what should be there? If there is reincarnation, I believe you wouldn't manage to remember much. Imagine taking yourself today, and climbing into an isolation tank (no light, no sound, body temperature fluid all around). Stay there for 9 months. Then spend the next two years learning how to control your body, and how to communicate.. After almost 3 years, do you think much would remain from the last life? But the idea does help the argument of past-life regression. The memories are all there, they're just fuzzy.

    There are very interesting folklore stories about other planes of existance. Rip VanWinkle is a famous one. He went out in the woods, took a nap, and came back 100 years later. Obviously he didn't sleep in the woods for 100 years without the environment taking it's toll on him. The Welsh and Irish have what are known as
    • I got a mass mail once.. Not exactly spam, as it wasn't selling anything. It basically said that they believed there are only so many real people in the world, and the rest are filler. This mail had a series of questions (mostly math and mind games), that would guide to you a URL. There was a flaw in the game, but I found the site anyways. I wrote to him after I found his site, but he never wrote back. I guess I wasn't a "real" person to him.



      Yeah! I got that too! Or at least some version of it- there wa
      • Yeah! I got that too! Or at least some version of it- there was some specific googling you had to do to get to it. I made a few attempts but quickly grew bored. Besides, if I have to prove to you that I'm real, then you've OBVIOUSLY never met me. I don't have to prove a got-damn thing to you, punk.

        Ya.. I searched the message too, and found references on dejanews.. They sent out several versions of it. I think it may have been some cult wanna-be trying to recruit..

        I didn't have any ceiling fans, howev
  • Don't waste it worrying about stupid stuff like existence. Just have fun. And realize that you don't have to do anything but live. Don't sweat the petty things, just pet the sweaty things, that's what I always say. Really. I'm a troll and all, but you know, I'm really being serious this time.
  • everything else just fell into place.
  • the symptoms you describe resemble clinical depression; I say this though i'm not as a doctor, but as a friend of many patients. It doesnt really sound like the type that would require therapy, but i don't know how much these thoughts are affecting you and your day to day life; so i'll assume some things.

    From the sound of it you go to bed and obsess over these thoughts, and can't sleep (Insomnia). And from the description of the thought patterns you are having, they seem to removing a sense of self wor
  • Sorry, no soppy politically correct new-age mumbo jumbo touchy-feely happy happy message from me. Shit happens. Live with it. Bad things happen. Deal with it. Life ain't always great. It'll get worse, trust me. (:o

    I read your journal-entry and the whole tone of it reminded me of the sort of stuff that Edgar Allen Poe writes...misery, doom and gloom. You question yourself, you question the meaning of it all, you question reality, you feel you are slowly descending into madness...to no avail. In the end Chtu
  • You said you'd rather not complicate your life by telling people you know. I can appreciate that, but I recommend this: pick a close friend, someone you've known for a long time, go out with her somewhere, and explain what's going on. While walking or driving is a good time to bring it up, not over dinner. Tell her you'd rather not have everybody know about it, and trust your friend to do what's best. It could be someone you don't see often, but have known for a long time. Could be a sibling or cousin
  • For all the things in movies that create feelings of insignificance, there are as many instances of "what matters"

    What movie will you find this in?

    "So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."

    And I think the meaning is clear. If you feel small, look to your own actions for significance. Have you ever made a positive influence on the life of another? Perhaps there is no more meaning than to give the gif
  • maybe your existential angst will be relieved by digging up and posting some more porn?
  • While I'm not dying alone, staring into her eyes, thinking "I wonder if she is thinking, "I wonder if he is thinking"", continued for a while. This was actually a serious thought, and it cascaded into a realization that all people do not think like me.

    Think about it, and it's more complex than the basic
    read will let you get. People do not think like you. When you think of death, what do you think? I don't mean when you think of other people dying, when you think of your death. No more thinking? If so
  • I've been mean to you before, I know, but at least read the latest piece in my journal about you. Some sage advice from someone who went through the existential worries you're going through now....

  • by ces ( 119879 )
    I reccomend you get out of town. Go somewhere of incredible natural beauty away from people. Spend the night there. Ideally you need to go alone and at least 1 day's hike from the trailhead. The ocean, mountains, or desert are excellent terrain to do this in. If you aren't experienced in the outdoors this may not be practical. In any case getting out in nature is therputic even if it is only taking a short hike on trails accessable by car.

    Yes the universe is a cold and scary place but it is also truely won
  • Your JE reminds me of the following quote:
    Whomever goes to fight monsters should take care not to become a monster himself.

    And when you stare too long into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you.

    -Frederick Nietzsche

    It may be a bit too cliche but it seems to fit.
  • These are my thoughts, take it for what you will ...

    Eternity is like a circle: no begining, no end. Circles are everywhere. You are born, you live, you die, you feed the living. William Blake said, "Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead." You see, we, the living, rely on the dead for our survival. If we were to just disappear when we die, all of existence would cease.

    Those that have lived before you, they are in the food we eat, the houses we live in, the cars we drive ... Without the

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