Posts Tagged ‘introspection’

the world spins around me

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010

As the semester starts to get back into the swing of things, I keep worrying that I’ll lose control of my goals/things that might be goals, and make old mistakes.

Maybe it’s because I don’t know what I want, maybe it’s because I don’t really want it. Maybe it’s because I don’t know how to balance my wants with my desire to make others wants happen. Maybe “wanting” is stupid and superficial.

I feel like I’m already starting to just “go through the paces” of school. I don’t like this feeling. I don’t like “going through the paces”. I don’t like things always being the same.

Sameness is boring.

This contemplativeness, it’s either “not like me” or it is me. Thinking for the sake of thinking? Why? Why not? Where? How? Who? If?

Sparkling snow, lit by streetlights
streetlights, powered by electricity
electricity, same thing that’s running this computer that I write with now
computer, distraction, tool, friend
just called a computer ‘friend’.
sorta destroys the meaning of friend, when we can call inanimate, non-thinking objects our friends and people just smile and think “oh, he’s a computer science major”.

Isn’t it a bit… devaluing?

Sometimes I wish my brain was like snow on a sidewalk. I could just shovel all the stuff that’s pretty in it’s own right, but that gets in the way off to the side. It might ruin the purity and perfection of the newly fallen snow, but it wouldn’t bother me or others anymore. The only issue occurs once spring comes, and the snow melts away. All those ideas, lost in their current form, perhaps reconstituting another time to cause my life to be dreary, grey, and wet.

Wow, contemplative-me turned emo-me really, really fast.

walking in a winter {wonder,waste}land

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

<emo-summatusmentis>
I miss my parents, and I haven’t even left yet.
Not that they’re not here, just that this short time is too short
long cat is long
I understand it’s part of life, the whole “don’t live with your parents forever” thing
I don’t want to live with my parents forever, I just don’t want to not.
The weather outside is frightful
and seems rather indicative of my mood
but the fire is so delightful
or it could be, if we had a fireplace

</emo-summatusmentis>

The winter always does this to me, as does being up late at night, and being over-tired. Stability is overrated.

what do you love, what drives you?

Sunday, October 11th, 2009

I’ve had two separate people ask me (and a room full of other people) a pretty simple, straightforward question: “What are you passionate about?” The first was @thingles , and the second was Andrew Sims, from @DOOMTREE .

The questions itself is pretty simple. Everyone has a passion, right? Everyone has at least something that they care about. But it raises a good point, and as @thingles said (paraphrased), “it throws people off guard when you ask them that”.It got me thinking, what am I passionate about?

I know things that make me act passionately, things like social justice issues, gay marriage, religion, technological ethics, and I’m sure some other list of thigns that I’m not aware of. So, I act passionately about things, but is that really what passion is?

For instance, things like abortion rights, if I get started, I can come across to others as very passionate. While I think abortion rights are very important, I don’t do anything about it, except vote. While I think the environment is very, very important, I’m not a member of Greenpeace (or other organizations working to further environmentalism). So how do we define passion? Is it a belief? Is it acting on a belief?

If passion is acting on a belief, does having a belief but not acting on it make someone ambivalent, or lazy? And if just having a belief is passion, am I incredibly passionate about everything in my life?

At this point, the definition of passion is just semantics, and there’s an argument to be made that passion (as a belief) doesn’t unless you act on it, just as there’s an argument to be made that nothing matters unless it’s affecting something, and that a system of beliefs without action is useless, let alone passion. But I don’t want to go there.

So, the question remains unanswered, what am I passionate about? I’m a Computer Science and Spanish double major, is that my passion? No, probably not. I’ve known forever that I wanted to study computers, but that’s just becaue they make sense to me.

Does passion mean what “clicks” with you? Is passion manifested in music? Or is passion manifested in one’s significant other? How can passion be related to another human? Doesn’t that mean we’d be entirely dependent on the other?

I’m inclined to think passion is “what truly matters” to someone, something that someone would really, absolutely, have a difficult time living without. If that’s the case, passion becomes much more personal. I would say, if that’s the case, I’m not passionate about all the things listed above.

“What are you passionate about?” My answer, @thingles and @DOOMTREE , is that I’m passionate about humans, and I’m passionate about life. I’m passioante about the creation that comes out of being human, and I’m passionate about the interactions and lack thereof that every person goes through. I’m passionate about being, and about doing, and about being able to continue to be and do.

i’m sick and tired of being sick and tired

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

I was, initially, very unsure of whether or not I wanted to come back to $small_town, because I’ve been living in small towns for far too long, seemingly. I still don’t like small towns, and I don’t have plans to live in one for the rest of my life (clearly).

However, upon arriving in said $small_town, and seeing people (some of whom don’t live here). I think I’ve reached an epiphany. Spending time with people, and seeing Cloud Cult, and watching people (different people than the people I was spending time with), it seems as though, wait for it: people are just people. I mean, let me rephrase that, sort of. Everyone is just a person, regardless of what they’re doing. The people in Cloud Cult are just that, people, despite the spectacular music they produce.

It seems as though the way people interact with others is defined by their interpretations of who the other person/people is/are. So, for instance, talking to a professor, most people (and I did) have predisposed ideas about what a professor is, and you treat the professor accordingly.

Deep, right? Well, it’s not, but it seemed that way when I “discovered” it. It struck me as interesting that we define our interactions based on our own ideas of who someone is. Not how that person defines themselves, and not going into the interaction with a completely open mind and seeing where it goes.

What this means, at least in my context, is that I’m now more conscious. I’m not interested in judging people based on “who they are”, I’m interested in having a conversation/connection with them, as people. Everyone has a life story, let that define them, not what your pre-conceived notions of them are. It’s refreshing, in a way, because a lot of my angst-inducing stuff recently (within the past year?) seems to be centered around what other people thought of who I was, sort of. Or rather, I never felt like I was getting enough out of whatever I was doing. I sort of felt like I was drifting aimlessly, not really finding anything meaningful (outside of one person who I don’t see enough, my family, and other select few).

So, I guess what I’m trying to get at is that the way people interact gives meaning to that interaction, and then many interactions give meaning to day to day life. So, does this mean that my conclusion is that our lives are meaningless without interactions with others? No, but I’m not sure why. I’m sure I’ll get there, but that’s outside this scope.

In short, I need to re-adjust the way I’m looking at life. I don’t like this sort of “inherent instability” in the way life is happening.

what is stability?

Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

Why is it that nice weather seems to make everything better? I’m more clear-headed, less worrisome, less filled with anxiety. The sun makes me want to run around and frolic (yes, I said frolic) instead of sitting at home and feeling… lonely? Feeling something that I don’t like, it’s not really lonely, but sort of it is.

Shouldn’t I be more stable overall? Shouldn’t I have control over my inner-me? Isn’t that what stable people do?

Inspired (sort of) by Martin

I stand here illuminated,

as though the sun has burned

all the pressure away.

It’s rays touching all,

leaving nothing dark

the path is clear, concise

I get to choose

how much work should be put in if the end isn’t worth it?

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

the title is a lot more depressing then I meant it to be. I didn’t get the UROP money (Undergraduate Research Opportunity Program) that I’d applied for, but there’s another round for spring only projects (which is what mine was anyway, due to being abroad in the fall).

My title raises a… well, some sort of point. Many would argue that if you know the end result, and it’s not what you want it to be, why put in the effort? On the other hand, you can’t know the end result, because it depends on the effort. Sometimes, despite the effort you put in, things still don’t go the way you want them to. Does this mean your effort has been for nothing?

I’m being too introspective, for no real resason. I’m kinda bummed about not getting UROP, but there’s another opportunity, and I think Summer of Code (if I get it) will help in this regard.

Monday, March 30th, 2009

This is… I don’t really know, lines I started writing down in Spanish class today. It kind of fits together, but I also kind of feel like it should be split into two. I don’t know, I was musing about how, at least for me, everything in my life seems to be either on or off, very binary in nature. This is what came of that musing. Enjoy, or don’t. Feedback would be nice, but not expected.

I find myself writing less

when my worry is replaced with stress

This extreme pattern takes my life

along as it throws itself from a cliff

Is intensity the way it will be?

with no grey area, no in between

either up or down, 1 or 0

this binary setting is or isn’t

same old funk

Sunday, March 8th, 2009

I feel like I keep falling into the same pattern in my life. It’s not even just in $school-town, it’s wherever I am. I have a routine, and I follow it. But after a while, this routine doesn’t change, and there doesn’t seem to be anything interesting anymore.

This concept is recurring seemingly. Something new and interesting always seems to be creation, of some sort. Whether that means writing code, lyrics, taking pictures, mashing out a melody on my keyboard, drawing (during class), or even just dreaming up ideas, there’s some ‘creative’ (I use this term loosely, as most wouldn’t consider dreaming or coding creative) process going on . Some process with the intent to ‘create’.

I’m not yearning (I hate that word, for no good reason) to create something for other people, or really even for the public-ness that comes with creation. I want to do it, because I want to do it. I don’t have a reason, but I feel like it’s necessary. It’s something interesting that forces me out of my routine.

When I’m not doing something ‘creative’, or interesting, I find myself falling into (despair normally goes here :-P ) some sort of up and down groove. It’s just what it is, I don’t have an answer one way or the other.

FIX IT!

quoi?

Sunday, March 1st, 2009

I haven’t written, partially because I don’t have anything to write about, and partially because I’ve been incredibly busy. I’ve been doing homework, writing research proposals, seeing the girlfriend. It all leaves small amounts of time for introspection and writing (that isn’t related to anything else). I have nothing really to say, except welcome to my new server, I hope you enjoy your stay. With luck I’ll be able to write later this week.

wind blows the prairie grass

Sunday, February 22nd, 2009

I wonder if I’m too withdrawn. People go through life feeling, and reacting to feelings, and that’s not how I look at the world. I go through life trying not to feel, because I can’t control a feeling. Maybe I’m self centered, maybe I need to be in control. Not control over everyone, just… my life. I want to control me. Feelings are the wind. No one controls the wind, sometimes it hits you hard, and you fall over. Sometimes it’s blowing softly, and you know it’s there, but it’s not a detriment. Sometimes there’s no wind at all, and everything is calm. Without wind, there is no external influence (ignoring gravity, etc.), and everything is at it’s base state. Occasionally the wind will happen in short, strong bursts. These bursts affect the surroundings enough to modify their base state, and when the wind leaves, the plants etc. have all been changed.

Wind can be a very good thing, it can provide energy, and push a sail boat towards it’s goal of landing safely, so as to continue a journey. Wind is also the root cause of sand storms, enormous waves that tip sail boats over (not only wind, but you’re screwing up the metaphor), and can lead to huge forest fires.

Farmers used to guard against wind, by putting up barriers (generally rows of big trees along the edges of a field) that wouldn’t be affected by the wind, so as to protect the things behind the barriers. I want tree barriers. I want to be protected from the windfeelings, and I don’t want my base state modified. Or, if my base state (natural growth pattern, if we’re following the metaphor) is modified, I want to be the one modifying it (I’m not getting into whether or not the modification is part of the natural growth pattern, or if it’s actually a modification).

There needs to be some sort of happy medium. Complete withdrawal isn’t happy either, because no one wants to be alone. However, full on windfeelings is overbearing, and causes uncontrolled burns.