Yes, amazingly, enough. Shackled as I am to husband, job, good friends and religion, I find that I am enjoying a much greater degree of freedom now than I did when I lacked these various restrictive forces in my life. Funny old world.
Pretty much. I've found that if one does not impose restrictions upon one's self, life will be more than happy to step in and impose some of its own. I put my current restrictions in place myself, and this (among other things) makes them preferable to the ones that they replaced (ill health of various mental and physical varieties). The latter were very much not of my own design, though I realized eventually that I had brought them on myself by attempting to do without the things that I needed.
I tried to write something eloquent here about my early attempts at freedom and their odd similarity to that peculiar concept of "freedom" that Dostoevsky wrote about in some novel or other according to which no one is really free because there are still basic needs to which all are subject (water, food, oxygen). I am giving up, however, because my memory of my last philosophy class is fuzzy at best, and most of what I do remember is how much I enjoyed messing with the professor's head.
I'm sure it is a captivating subject...for someone who is not me. Mostly I just got frustrated with how abstract everything was. My two much-used quotes in the last class were "Yes, but either way, I still have to get up at 6 a.m. tomorrow" and, once I was tired of trying to find some practical application for the discussion "Oh, I know this one, I saw a Star Trek Episode about this one!" I was not the prof's favorite person ever.
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Date: 2006-01-23 06:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-23 08:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-23 09:52 pm (UTC)I tried to write something eloquent here about my early attempts at freedom and their odd similarity to that peculiar concept of "freedom" that Dostoevsky wrote about in some novel or other according to which no one is really free because there are still basic needs to which all are subject (water, food, oxygen). I am giving up, however, because my memory of my last philosophy class is fuzzy at best, and most of what I do remember is how much I enjoyed messing with the professor's head.
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Date: 2006-01-23 10:33 pm (UTC)Messing with professor's heads is a very fun thing to do...
I've never studied philosophy... I should have though...
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Date: 2006-01-23 11:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-23 11:18 pm (UTC)ROFLMAO!