I'm really weird. Even I think I'm weird. Very weird. Maybe my brain is broken somehow. One day they'll probably have brain mechanics and brain lube specialists.
I wonder if I'm more weird than I was when I was younger. Probably about the same weird I think. My comments and jokes still get the same sorts of reactions. I might be less self-conscious about being weird, so it could happen more.
"I" before "E" except after "C" and in "weird".
I think maybe it's just that everything else is weird. If I sit down to write an email, or an SMS or leave a message on a machine it all just seems weird. Other people's email and messages seem weird too. And I have trouble thinking of something that isn't. Everything is weird, if you spend more than a second thinking about it. So you just need to make sure you have other important things to think about. The trick isn't to stop thinking about things. Just think about different things. Important things. Like cars. And girls. And what I'm having for dinner tonight.
Yes. Spend more time thinking about food.
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Willem / 1:30am / 7 March 2004
My friends and I have been discussing this question in depth recently, particularly as weird pertains to perception, paranormal activity and the rise of consciousness from the primitive mind. In fact, the other night we had this discussion in middle of the rainforest. It was cool, but definitely weird. Maybe we need to think less, or a lot more.
Rainman / 7:21pm / 9 March 2004
I can’t imagine how thinking less could ever be constructive. But a lot of people seem to think it is. Being less infatuated might be. Or less obsessive compulsive. But thinking itself, to me, seems like it must fit in somewhere between very helpful and just neutral.
Ryan / 12:34am / 10 March 2004
My little theorem is that sane people are the ones who think either very little, or very much. That way they have either not thought about disturbing thing x, or they have thought it through and no longer find it disturbing. Others, myself (and probably you) included, are probably impaired by being clver enough to think about things, but not clever enough to work them all out. So, is ignorance really bliss? We could make a cool movie about this and call it “The Matrix”, what do you think?
Rainman / 1:46pm / 11 March 2004
I don’t know if I’ve ever met someone who was really clever and really sane. Most of the people I think come closest to approaching sanity, are the ones that seem to have the best grasp on value. What to value, and what not to value. I suspect that might be more intuitive and experience-based than cleverness-based. Although I think cleverness helps. Because even things you haven’t experienced or observed, you stand a better chance of reasoning through.
There’s no doubt that ignorance is bliss. To be ignorant is to be content with being ignorant. You have to be aware of it to be discontent with it. And as soon as you’re aware of being ignorant, you probably no longer qualify.
I guess you could be generally discontent without really knowing why. Ignorance isn’t a guarantee of bliss.
Personally I’d have no problem going back into the Matrix, once I understood it. But if someone just told there was more, I’d want to find out what it was, even if it meant never going back.
Ryan / 11:20pm / 11 March 2004
I agree. But, you’d go back to the matrix? I understand why but I don’t think I could. Life seems to be just as hard inside as out.
Anonymous / 11:58am / 12 March 2004