it's odd, i was driving to get falafel (mmm....falafel) and i saw this girl (who is the spitting image of her twin sister who i was friends with and lived on the other side of the country) walking with this boy and i was like oh, there's so and so....so half hour later i'm driving back down the same route and i see them again in basically the same place (not more than a few yards than before) doing the same thing, talking, smiling, walking....yikes! i was waiting for the bad guys from the matrix to pop out of their skins or something...but deja vu is the most wonderful feeling in the world...espcially when you know it right away and you know someone is going to say or do something and it happens and you have the deja vu feeling that you've had this deja vu feeling before...i remember my first time was when i was 5 visting my grandma and popeye the movie was on tbs and i got all lightheaded and said to my cousins that i'd never seen it but felt like i KNEW what was going to happen and they explained the whole idea to me....they had pictures of tractors on the wall b/c my grandpa had been a tractor salesman...and she had one of those wind up monkies that clangs the cymbals together on the same shelf that she kept the puzzles and games and it was kinda creepy...sitting there in perpetual mid crash with it's lips pulled back over it's teeth...but she had some sweet star wars action figure sets, so it was worth it...
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i am reading sartre right now, and i had an amusing thought. sartre's this uptight, solitary, unsocial little french dude, already lived through a war, now killing time in provincial france. i.e. hardly in a state of openness and peace with the world. he experiences the sudden illumination that life is no more than fluctuating probability, that change is the only constant. being the tightly-wound type, he gets "the fear," enemy of transcendental experiences. like giving lsd to republicans. therefore it becomes this Nausea, this angst, instead of the psychically liberating experience it became in the next generations.
another great sartre theory: this is probably utter bullshit, but it's funny in a stupid way. one of the symptoms of potassium deficiency is "existential dread." i think sartre wasn't eating enough bananas. plus salt, ubiquitous in cheap french food, depletes the body's potassium. you are what you eat?