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4May/090

Making Decisions for the Best Outcome

We all do this. Most of us do. Before making a decision, big or small, that's going to involve a possible risk, we try to gather all the information about the decision and do our best to have the greatest outcome possible come out of our decision-making. Let me be more specific.

I've wanted to stay single for over a year now and I've been quite successful at it. Over the past month or so, a girl has come into my life that was no more than a friend at first, but recently became more. And then she wanted commitment. Now I thought, why don't I want commitment? Well, I didn't want to potentially waste my time with a possible badly-chosen girlfriend. I didn't want to be tied down while I'm in college (of all places). I didn't want to risk losing a good friend. I didn't want the obligations that usually come with relationships to enter into my life again. But, after a bit of deliberation, we decided to date.

What's the moral here? I was so concentrated on making a good choice with this girl that I couldn't make one at all. I was focused on all these intangible things that really shouldn't have any bearing on who I choose to date. Essentially, it sets you free from yourself. You get chained down by your own mind and free-will becomes non-existent. I took a completely uncalculated risk: I decided to date her, without truly knowing anything about whether or not the relationship would be one I wanted. The other week (before all this), I had to pee in the local fountain at 3am (without being under any substance) to feel the same kind of freedom. For one thing, there was no reason for me to pee in public, in clear view of all the surrounding buildings, with cops riding around on bikes; and I didn't even have to pee that bad. But I did it because it was complete 50/50. It could turn out good or it could turn out bad.

Coincidentally, the day after I decided to go out with my (now) girlfriend, we started to talk about Zen Buddhism in my philosophy class, and the theory of "aiming but not aiming." Basically what this means is being able to set goals for yourself and find the best way to achieve them (the first aiming), but at the same time, avoiding focusing on the outcomes so much that you fail to enjoy/fully experience the present. And that's what it is truly about. If you spend all your time focusing on the outcome of your decision, you'll never be able to enjoy not only the risks, but everything else that comes with them.

By the way, it's been a week, and it's looking like I made the right decision.

23Mar/090

Smoking and Its Effect On Me

I've smoked for a year and a half. A month ago I decided to fully quit, did for a day, and now I'm trying again. My reason for quitting wasn't the normal "health" or "money" issues. It was because it was controlling my life. It controlled my thoughts and motivations, my actions and behaviors.

A month ago, I simply snapped. Everything came together in one second when everything had built up too much for me to handle anymore and I took a deep breath and cleared my mind for one second--long enough for me to have this epiphany, along with others. In those following seconds I decided to quit smoking. Done. I decided how to go about finishing work that needed to be done. I did some push-ups that I was previously unmotivated to do. Done.

Then today, I realized that on that day, I had discovered part of what was controlling not only my habits (like going out for a smoke every half hour), but my entire life. I was in my philosophy class, talking about how we really don't have free-will because our actions are actually controlled by subconscious motivations (which were created by, basically, the shitty things that have happened to us in the past)--according to Freud. And then I saw that I had realized one of my "subconscious motivations" a month ago. I realized that they, more obvious to me than anything else in my life, controlled me--I was a slave to myself. I saw it, I just didn't have the words for it. And it's interesting how simply hearing the idea in words makes it click much more.

So I've decided. I'm going to go to therapy this summer. I've seen that my own constant self-analysis is the wrong way to go about finding out who I am. And for the rest of the semester, I just won't sweat it. I'm gonna do what I need to do for the next six weeks and then, once again, I can continue my search. But until then, it's just easy-going.

26Jan/090

Becoming a Better Driver Part 1

If you've ever driven on a public road in the United States, you should know that some people out there simply can't drive. For some of us, it's about getting from point A to B with as little interruption, and everyone else on the road should suck it up because where we're going is more important. For others, we just want to get to where we're going with as little interruption as possible. And then there's everything in between.

In America, we generally see driving as a right-of-passage; as something we don't have to work much for because when we reach the magical age of 15 1/2 or 16 or so, we can take an extremely easy test (relatively speaking), get behind the wheel, and go. However, we don't usually appreciate what we don't have to work extensively for. And this is the reason that many people out there don't know how to drive or even if they do, don't care to put in the effort to become better drivers.

You have to realize that driving is a social situation. You may be protected in a 2-ton piece of metal that could kill just about anything that stands in your way, but you are still operating this machine in an environment where there are other people. Sometimes we take this for granted because it is such a normal thing: you're a car, this guy cutting you off is a car, or this person obeying the speed limit religiously is a car (or old person). But if you think about driving in this light, you realize what they say in the 8-hour driver-improvement courses (for "bad" drivers) is true: "drive as if the people around you are your friends and family." Are you going to get angry if your friend won't get out of your way on the road? In better words, are you going to get as easily aggrivated at your friend, as opposed to if you know it's a complete stranger that is impeding you from getting to where you need to go?

These are things we just can't help. We're humans and it's in our nature. I'm by no means a saint when it comes to this, however I don't act strictly on my emotions when I'm driving. Yes, if someone is going slow in the left lane and they can clearly get over into the right, I will get within inches of their bumper to give them a hint. However, it's generally not because I'm angry, but rather I want to set a standard of sorts that we all should be following anyways: "Slower traffic keep right" (in Virginia). And if that doesn't do it for you, the New Jersey approach of "Keep right, pass left." This is another topic of it's own, but it's simply common courtesy to abide by this rule. And if that means temporarily slowing down to fit in to the right lane and let the faster drivers pass you, well so be it. Again, driving is a social situation and as with any human interaction, you need to give a little and take a little to make it all work. Which brings me to my next point.

It seems when we get behind the wheel of these large, small, climate-controlled, GPS-enabled, pimped-out automobiles, we enter a bubble; a bubble of comfort, if you will. And whether that's because you have heated seats and a warm butt or you're just happy to be 5 feet higher off the ground and looking down on the "little people," it doesn't matter. We enter this bubble and we feel invincible. If it weren't for state troopers and speed limits (among other regulations), it would be the most freedom you could ever achieve in your life. You are literally shielded from the world and the people in it, and whether consciously or unconsciously, we all know it. That's why when you cut someone off, the last thing in your mind is your conscience saying, "I shouldn't have done that." It's probably more like, "Why is this asshole flashing his lights at me?" Now compare this to the real world (outside of your bubble).

If you are walking down some crowded street and bump into someone, multiple things can happen. They may not care, you might get a dirty look, or they might shove you back (or otherwise confront you). Which of these options will make you think twice about doing it again? This same structure works on the road, in the form of honking, flashing headlights, or just flipping the bird. However, on the road, these people who are simply trying to tell you you've done wrong become the "assholes" and "bitches" (or other obscenities) when you, in fact, are the one doing wrong. However, it is our protective bubble, the automobiles we love so much, that allow us to be completely inconsiderate and uncivilized beings to other complete strangers. And thus is the world we live in.

Next time, I'll go into actually improving this.

12Jan/090

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26Aug/080

Magic

We humans seem to like magic. The unknown. Mysteries. Santa, the tooth fairy; as a child we don't know where the presents they bring come from, but we sure as anything enjoy getting them. And when the day comes where you find out Santa isn't real, Christmas becomes a monotonous present-receiving event. There's no cookies to leave out for mom and dad because, well, they aren't the Santa you had always pictured as a child. Not only that, but you lose the urge to stay up as late as you could to find out just who Santa was. The unknowing is gone, so what's the point of even holding an interest in it?

I realized this a lot today. After my car overheated and my mechanic told me it was my thermostat, I went online to see what exactly this thermostat does for my car and why it might've broke. I read about how it all functions and that if I got one of these little thermostat deals, I could put it in boiling water, and after it warmed up it would just open-- without any apparent cause. I thought that was pretty damn neat, and it made me want to go out and get one so I could test it out for myself! But I read on, and learned that there was simply wax in a cylinder on this thermostat that melts at a certain temperature, expands, and in turn opens up the little valve. A moment later, I had no strong will to go get one to experiment with. It took all the mystery out of it. Although my natural human thirst for knowledge was quenched, I didn't get to figure it out for myself. I didn't get to investigate, or even have it remain a mystery in my head until the time when I could finally test it out on my own.

Knowledge seems to be a double-edged sword. If you lived your whole life believing in God and then were presented the evidence that fully persuaded you he didn't exist, you would have preferred not to have heard it. You'd rather live in a world where, even if you didn't believe in him, there was always a slight chance; a glimmer of hope.

What I'm getting at is that sometimes, in this world that we live in, we need a little ignorance. We need some mystery because it's easier to accept that there's an invisible supreme-being high in the sky than it is to accept the fact that we don't know the origin of our own existence.

However, I think that if we humans have the mental capacity to wonder about our own existence, and have the innate desire to figure and learn on our own, then we have the mental capacity to find an answer to anything in this world. And if we could actually unlock the power in our brains, the other 90% we don't use, we could accomplish those things. But I feel if we didn't have to put so much energy into living in an always-on, money-ruled, stress- and worry-filled society, we'd have that much more power to devote to actually unlocking our God-given (for lack of better words) mental abilities. And who knows, maybe then we wouldn't need a Santa.