Thursday, August 21, 2014

what_are_regrets_anyway

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What is a regret?

Regret is a negative conscious and emotional reaction to personal past acts and behaviors. Regret is often expressed by the term "sorry." Regret is often a feeling of sadness, shame, embarrassment, depression, annoyance, or guilt, after one acts in a manner and later wishes not to have done so.

So to regret you have to think about previous actions. Or is regret that feeling you get when you think of a missed opportunity?

The moral of the story is am I regretting things? Is that good? How does one 'live with no regrets'? Perhaps I'm just wired this way...God I hope I didn't make a mistake.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Venting is good for you, right?

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Ughhh, this is how I feel. I don't want to deal with these emotions and feelings and stupid thoughts.
Was that the right choice? Did I kill something with my impatience? Do I have unrealistic expectations? What's wrong with me? Am I insane? Am I not?
Is pretending you're okay, when you're not okay, the right thing? The wrong thing?
Does any of this matter? Will I regret my choices in 20 years? Will I even think of them? Should I even think like this? Shouldn't I be in the moment? Is that good or bad? Does staying 'in the moment' prevent me from setting long term goals? Does it hinder things? Perhaps I should be 'in the moment' and think about the future a bit, and the past a bit, but not dwell for too long.

Idk, lib.ais.

Are you ready? Here are legit emotions, yawn. GOOOoooo!!
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Indeed the vessel holding my consciousness is quite...daft when it comes to what humans call 'emotions'. It sees anger and doesn't understand how to present that to the world. Others do a great job of inflicting their angry upon the world/society/friends/etc, but this body can't. This poor useless body doesn't externally express emotions, even though it should.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Word association? Or a secret message?

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Angry sad annoyed frustrated horny pissed angsty upset excited pissed scared longing desire anguish lust illusion passion lies lier hate hatred.

Hopeful relaxed serene pleasant calm relax eat food fun beer friends money car payments insurance dmv license drugs angry hate lust joy pain beauty banana dick.

Girls dumb annoying difficult odd quirky fun interesting fun.

Impulse stupid fun dumb bad fun fun fun interesting spice variety life good.

Anguish a manual impulse horny.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

life is life and it's odd

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Days like this are odd. Strange even. Not that the day is bad at all. Just a strange turn of events. Work, meditation, reading, television, etc. Normal routine, abnormal emotions/feelings/thoughts.

Which I ponder, what exactly is the difference between thoughts/emotions. Smarter people than I have likely written books about this.

Thoughts can cause emotions. Emotions can cause thoughts. So is there really any difference? Perhaps there is a difference for semantic reasons? At the end of the day, does it matter if the thought of murder caused anger? Or that the anger caused thoughts of murder? How can we know what came first? What exactly is this 'consciousness' we have? What is this 'I' we refer to?

Oh let's look to Freud should we? The ID, the Ego, the SuperEgo. 3 things. Let's just take all the complexity of a human and shrink it down to 3 things. And not only is the number of things we shrunk it down to small, no but it's that magical number, 3.
3 days after Christ was buried he rose again. The trinity, god, holy ghost, christ.
It's amazing how numbers have meanings in ways they 'shouldn't'.

So what is 'I'? What is the use of 'I'? What a concept if you think about it (you being the 'I' that I'm referring to). Wondering, what good does thinking in 'first-person' do for us? Perhaps we should live in the present and stop thinking of ourselves as 'I'. Interesting, thinking about what language would be like, sans the 'I'. Not even just the word, or the concept, but what would the world look like, if we were we, people were people, there was no 'I', nor a 'you', just a 'we'.