Somebody stop the future. It's scary and it's going to eat me alive.
I'm back home and I don't feel any connection to my family whatsoever. I wonder if I ever did. I don't know how or when I'll tell them what's been going on with me. That is, pretty much, something I've never done before.
I don't want it to be spring break. I want it to be the day everyone finally understands just what is worth saving. I want the world to devolve back into tightly knit and marginally self-sufficient and self-governing villages. I want the SUVs launched into space. I want noble and pure kitchen appliances that have broken or become obsolete to be rewarded with the chance to return to this world by taking up residence in the bodies of the recently deceased. Because zombies aren't so bad when they can make you toast.
And moreso than any of that, I just want to be a physically beautiful person. I know it's selfish and petty, but if I felt I had that quality then I wouldn't need to be selfish or petty now would I? Seems sensible to me.
I don't believe in free will right now. I'm also grappling with the issue of whether or not there is intrinsic worth in human life. Or do we just pretend that's the case when the question arises, because if it's true for someone else then it must be true for you too? I honestly don't feel like I'm worth saving, as the best I can hope for if I do manage to make it through my little difficulties is the chance to live a wholly unremarkable life of minor to major toil depending on the effectiveness of my government throughout the duration of the rest of my existence.
No, I don't want to live to see the end of the world. I realize it may be an interesting experience, but there is also a strong possibility that it will hurt.
Looking back on the nightmares I can remember, I have realized that I am afraid of dollhouses, miniature replicas, and dioramas. I am afraid of people living inside them. I do not know why.
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I'm back home and I don't feel any connection to my family whatsoever. I wonder if I ever did. I don't know how or when I'll tell them what's been going on with me. That is, pretty much, something I've never done before.
I don't want it to be spring break. I want it to be the day everyone finally understands just what is worth saving. I want the world to devolve back into tightly knit and marginally self-sufficient and self-governing villages. I want the SUVs launched into space. I want noble and pure kitchen appliances that have broken or become obsolete to be rewarded with the chance to return to this world by taking up residence in the bodies of the recently deceased. Because zombies aren't so bad when they can make you toast.
And moreso than any of that, I just want to be a physically beautiful person. I know it's selfish and petty, but if I felt I had that quality then I wouldn't need to be selfish or petty now would I? Seems sensible to me.
I don't believe in free will right now. I'm also grappling with the issue of whether or not there is intrinsic worth in human life. Or do we just pretend that's the case when the question arises, because if it's true for someone else then it must be true for you too? I honestly don't feel like I'm worth saving, as the best I can hope for if I do manage to make it through my little difficulties is the chance to live a wholly unremarkable life of minor to major toil depending on the effectiveness of my government throughout the duration of the rest of my existence.
No, I don't want to live to see the end of the world. I realize it may be an interesting experience, but there is also a strong possibility that it will hurt.
Looking back on the nightmares I can remember, I have realized that I am afraid of dollhouses, miniature replicas, and dioramas. I am afraid of people living inside them. I do not know why.
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=2270&e=3&u=/krwashbureau/_bc_tsunami_india_tribe_wa
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Mark my words.