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- From: 96rpg@williams.edu (the Straw Dogs)
- Newsgroups: alt.angst
- Subject: Re: hamster-ball reality
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- Date: 27 Jan 93 19:47:48 GMT
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- In article <86639@ut-emx.uucp> llama@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (sine nomine) writes:
- >
- >i mean, in theory, i have almost everything you could want:
- >if you described
- >my life to me, i'd think "wow, cool, sounds fun."
- >
- >but it all tastes distant, like it's something i'm reading about in
- >the paper, not something i'm living. except for periodic flashes of
- >intensity (that usually don't last more than a few hours at best), the
- >day-to-day reality of meness is *boring*.
- >but where am i going
- >with this? what's the point? is there any reason to keep moving? if i
- >keep it going for a few more days, it'll be friday and i can get
- >vaguely intoxicated and go let music flow through me like a shower and
- >everything will feel deeply meaningful for three hours. then i'll go
- >home and go to sleep again. i don't even think having a permanent
- >lover would change much; it would just make things inside my hamster
- >ball all that more crowded. i mean, at least this way i can see
- >everything all around me with minimal distortion. i'm not even sure
- >that this state is a problem, unless over-realism is problematic.
-
- some of us are certain that the *inability* to be realistic is the
- problem, and wish we had your insight...
-
- >the ball i bought my hamster had a little door in the top you used to
- >put the hamster in and take him out. sometimes i think that i do
- >things like drop acid as a way to look for that door, to figure out
- >its mechanism. if i ever found it, though, would i be brave enough to
- >go out? and what would i do out there, run off into the front yard and
- >play in the leaves? or just creep around the edges and steal crackers?
-
- i'm not altogether convinced that dropping acid or any sort of
- substance is necessary for enlightenment or even a new view of life,
- but if it works, go at it.
-
- but first ask yourself exactly what you're doing. a friend of mine
- who i cared for very deeply began using drugs as just that sort of
- escape: i think i understand too much of life to go on being lucid.
- now, last i heard, she is addicted to heroin and is desperately
- clinging to a roman catholic faith that i don't think is genuine. i
- saw in stages one of the most intelligent, savvy, together people in
- my life turn into a shaking wreck.
-
- someone i met here in college scared me to death two months ago by
- saying almost the same thing... my life is too perfect, too easy. i've
- got almost everything i want and there's no excitement anymore. i
- think i need to get addicted to something to liven things up a bit.
-
- i thought she was joking: it's not the type of statement normally
- heard. but later on, after some other refrences and hints, i talked to
- her and tried to sound her out... she said "i appreciate your concern,
- but i can't promise you anything. if i start something, i'll do it."
-
- damn, this is turning into some nancy reagan antidrug commercial.
- that's not what i mean. experimentation is fine, if done with some
- concern for basic safety- what scares me, though, is the use of drugs
- as an escape, as a substitute for friends and real life (whatever that
- is- not that i'm saying there isn't one, but).
-
- anyway, if you're bored with your life, how about emailing me some of it?
-
- ---
- straw dog
-
-
- "love cries for freedom, so let's keep it together,
- give it what it needs..." -- poi dog pondering
-
- "breathe deep, fill up with relief, don't go mad, don't go mad
- life is along with you: learn from your past
- i've been a reading my history to learn what the others have seen
- blood in the hollow of my heart, sweat on the skin of my chest
- run a little bit faster now and breathe a little deeper
- come to me come to me, set me free set me free
- jack ass ginger jack ass ginger" -- poi dog pondering again...
-