weird mood tonight.
we talked about existential therapy in my counseling class tonight. i don't know if i ever really knew or if maybe i just forgot how heavily my own philosophy of life is rooted within this philosophy. i mean, i was obsessed with the beats for quite some time, so i guess that's an indicator. what surprised me was that so many of my classmates just COULD NOT grasp the idea. they couldn't grasp that you have the choice to make your own reality, that life deals you a hand and you choose how to deal with it, even if the choice is not to. they kept going back and trying to bring up these hypotheticals about five year olds with crack addicted parents and couldn't grasp that self-awareness is necessary, that it's a higher level of functioning, that life is a process of becoming. of course, i have application issues to begin with, so maybe i should just shut up. but i'm thinking about it, i am.
i got out of class tonight, and even though i made plans with like two people, my phone never rang. people in this city are so flaky. i'm tired of this strange loneliness, so i went to chicken kitchen, grabbed some dinner, and went to my parents' house. i ate and watched <i>imagine me and you</i>, which made me sad, but hopeful. i love piper perabo, though. and her co-star (i need to look her up) was just so unconventionally gorgeous. the movie was due tonight, but i think i want to watch it again before i let it go. oh, i smoked a joint with hughie, too. sometimes i forget how fucking weird my life is.
i'm tired.
we talked about existential therapy in my counseling class tonight. i don't know if i ever really knew or if maybe i just forgot how heavily my own philosophy of life is rooted within this philosophy. i mean, i was obsessed with the beats for quite some time, so i guess that's an indicator. what surprised me was that so many of my classmates just COULD NOT grasp the idea. they couldn't grasp that you have the choice to make your own reality, that life deals you a hand and you choose how to deal with it, even if the choice is not to. they kept going back and trying to bring up these hypotheticals about five year olds with crack addicted parents and couldn't grasp that self-awareness is necessary, that it's a higher level of functioning, that life is a process of becoming. of course, i have application issues to begin with, so maybe i should just shut up. but i'm thinking about it, i am.
i got out of class tonight, and even though i made plans with like two people, my phone never rang. people in this city are so flaky. i'm tired of this strange loneliness, so i went to chicken kitchen, grabbed some dinner, and went to my parents' house. i ate and watched <i>imagine me and you</i>, which made me sad, but hopeful. i love piper perabo, though. and her co-star (i need to look her up) was just so unconventionally gorgeous. the movie was due tonight, but i think i want to watch it again before i let it go. oh, i smoked a joint with hughie, too. sometimes i forget how fucking weird my life is.
i'm tired.