So I suppose I should give a summary of my conclusions of this little social experiment I've been doing with this whole SG thing. The upshot of the experiment was just that I wanted to get an idea of how the other world lives. Most specifically the world of the hot rock-star type. Gorgeous naked girls with lots of awesome piercings and tattoos. Mostly because I never knew any of them.
I can neither say I'm surprised nor can I say I'm sad at the outcome. Basically, it's not for me. I'm a safe 9-5er who values financial security and moral justification to sensation and immediate gratification. Let me also say here that I'm aware that's a huge generalization. I've befriended some exceptions for whom I regret the cancellation of my subscription. This girl I so recently posted about is going to be an SG in March or April. She's fucking gorgeous and is exactly the type of person I wished I knew.
The conclusion of the experiment gave me perspective on my own situation. I've had a pretty charmed life. My parents were awesome and my friends were boring and normal. Aside from some heavy things that happened (and I've got a couple -- doesn't everyone) my biggest worries were my marks in school. The result of which is who I am now, a 9-5er material engineering and testing equipment salesman who will likely use this job as a jumping board to become an actual engineer in two or three years. Most days I go to bed at 11:00, spend most of my evenings watching DVDs and listening to music. I like napping before going clubbing and heading home right afterwards. I'm uncomfortable with the Indulgences. Just doesn't sit right with me and it makes me go screwy. I've spend the last six years trying to get over the one terrible thing that's happened to me, my mother (my only ally in my family) dying of breast cancer. I feel like I'm always walking on a tightrope of reason over the gaping maw of losing everything to my desires, whether pleasurable or sorrowful. I'm very comfortable with the levels of excess I have now. Any more than that and I'll probably slip off.
I consider myself a quite passionate person. I kinda feel moreso than most. But what happens to me when I allow it to take more of a front-seat spot in my life is highly destructive. It's confusing and crushing and I start to lose my upward progress.
I'm not a goth or otherwise fit into any name one could be assigned. In that scene I'm as much a stranger as anyone else. Maybe my problem was that I was trying to be a part of it in the first place.
I can neither say I'm surprised nor can I say I'm sad at the outcome. Basically, it's not for me. I'm a safe 9-5er who values financial security and moral justification to sensation and immediate gratification. Let me also say here that I'm aware that's a huge generalization. I've befriended some exceptions for whom I regret the cancellation of my subscription. This girl I so recently posted about is going to be an SG in March or April. She's fucking gorgeous and is exactly the type of person I wished I knew.
The conclusion of the experiment gave me perspective on my own situation. I've had a pretty charmed life. My parents were awesome and my friends were boring and normal. Aside from some heavy things that happened (and I've got a couple -- doesn't everyone) my biggest worries were my marks in school. The result of which is who I am now, a 9-5er material engineering and testing equipment salesman who will likely use this job as a jumping board to become an actual engineer in two or three years. Most days I go to bed at 11:00, spend most of my evenings watching DVDs and listening to music. I like napping before going clubbing and heading home right afterwards. I'm uncomfortable with the Indulgences. Just doesn't sit right with me and it makes me go screwy. I've spend the last six years trying to get over the one terrible thing that's happened to me, my mother (my only ally in my family) dying of breast cancer. I feel like I'm always walking on a tightrope of reason over the gaping maw of losing everything to my desires, whether pleasurable or sorrowful. I'm very comfortable with the levels of excess I have now. Any more than that and I'll probably slip off.
I consider myself a quite passionate person. I kinda feel moreso than most. But what happens to me when I allow it to take more of a front-seat spot in my life is highly destructive. It's confusing and crushing and I start to lose my upward progress.
I'm not a goth or otherwise fit into any name one could be assigned. In that scene I'm as much a stranger as anyone else. Maybe my problem was that I was trying to be a part of it in the first place.
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It seems to me that creating our purpose for being is our purpose for being. Within our quest we discover who we are by deciding who we are, perhaps so we are ready to create who we will be when deaths door is opened.
Good to see you are staying, you are one of the few people I will continue to talk to here. There is no harm in enjoying the occasional nude "alt" woman and/or conversation. It's only the flagrant devotion of time that is harmful to ones life... unless they want life to amount to one internet porn site.
As for government I feel there can be a relationship between capitalism and the environment but only if we re-tool our democracy. If the actual governing were run more like a business, an ethical business, we would not find ourselves so at odds with the world. When the needs of the few are held above the needs of many all will suffer.
Oh and if pink is the new white and 30 is the new 20 than I can believe boring is the new exciting.