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Category: Philosophy
Thursday, February 10th, 2005 @ 12:24 pm
Posted By Brent
When I was in grade school, maybe fifth or sixth grade, my class was taken to the cafeteria to see the junior high choir sing. I remember noticing how much older these kids were compared to me and how much more mature they seemed. Every time I've conjured up that memory from that day until this one, in the mental image I have of those kids in the choir they have consistently been a good bit older than me. When I was 11, they were 14. When I was 18, they were 26. And now that I'm 28, they're a good 35 or 36 years old. My delusion doesn't end there.

The other day I was watching some TV show in which a married couple were renewing their vows on their tenth anniversary. Somehow in the course of the show it was said that they were both forty years old and I remember thinking how young they looked for forty. This then made me realize that I've been noticing a lot of people around the age of forty looking pretty sharp as of late; it hit me like a fucking lightening bolt. Forty-year-olds ain't getting better looking, I'm getting more forty-year-old looking.

Inversely, teenage girls are getting exponentially hotter, but I digress.

Do not trust your mind. Do not trust what your senses tell you about the reality in which you exist. You see the world around you through a million gauzy layers of mental filth and filters that your self preservation instincts have installed. Every now and then something comes along and accidentally snags the corner of this filter and pulls it up for a split second and you get a full on frontal view of just how ugly the world actually is when your subconscious isn't protecting your from it.



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NAME: pen
Tuesday, February 15th, 2005 @ 12:25 am
Love is the real world. Beers and friends then procreation is the true meaning of life. Grow a plant and give it to your friend. Smoke it if you like. Take off your shoes and watch out for ants.


NAME: Feasty
Friday, February 11th, 2005 @ 05:56 pm
The million gauzy layers of mental filth and filters that your self preservation instincts have installed is the ONLY thing I trust.

Who really wants to listen to the "real" you or me?

ZZZZZzzzzzZZZZzzzZZZ..





NAME: scott
Thursday, February 10th, 2005 @ 11:37 pm
I don't know. I got home from school today and the love of my life had the Brak show and Home Movies waiting for viewing. I'd say reality feels pretty good right now.


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