Don't get the impression that i'm complaining. How can one complain about life? If you're alive, you're not dead. There is the possibility of life and experience, there's a whole world to be appreciated, however near it's horizons may seem.
Chances are that you, reader, aren't at the moment chained up. Chances are that you haven't got a knife in your stomach. Chances are that you're not being sprayed with a hose. Granted, it's a possibility that all these things are happening, but if they are, then at least you get to experience something. In other words, we are in no position to judge existence. Where would we be without it?
my bonnie? the ocean?
I seem to've gotten off topic, though. While all this babble may tell you a thing or two about who I am, it's an inefficient manner, to say the least.
If empirical data can be said to accurately represent reality (and if the concepts of empiricism and reality can be said to have any coherent meanings, but i'm getting off subject again), then i'm a nineteen year old male human, for starters. Furthermore, i'm something more than six feet in height, caucasian, and a bit lanky. I've got long, fairly curly hair
1, and my teeth are a bit more crooked than i'd like. My mode of dress is one of comfort and simplicity, and i'm rarely without my much-needed glasses.
what a load of crap
That doesn't really say anything, does it? Perhaps more to the point: i'm a nihilist by technicality, a solipsist twice over, and an existentialist once removed. Again, that doesn't really say anything. Nothing more than so many inappropriately used labels.
It's possible that i'm the happiest person i know, and it's possible that i'm the least happy. It's possible that i'm one of the smartest and it's possible that i'm one of the least smart. It's almost certain that i'm prone to think of things as opposing dualisms, and it's (very nearly) certain that i'm incapable of leaving a statement's verity unqualified.
Therein lies the rub: i habitually see both sides of every argument as equally valid. I'm not sure if the roots of that fact are in my philosophy, or if my philosophy's roots are in that fact. Regardless, it is deep in the nature of my being, and i think it's one of the defining qualities of my self, for better or for worse.
Perhaps also a defining quality of my self is the fact that i seem to leave the singular personal pronoun "i" uncapitalized as a matter of course. For some time i've had fears that my self image was dangerously low, and that i should be more aggressive, that i should think more of my self. I'm happy as i am, though. I don't feel that i need to foist myself onto the world (then again, though, i am creating a web page about myself. in my defense, this has gone far beyond what i'd originally intended).
Bah! One of my least favorite qualities is that i tend to go on introspective rants that probably give an all together innacurate image of myself by bringing insignificant details to the forefront. I have several other examples of this behavior, and i have uploaded them here for completeness. Probably no one will ever see it, though, so there's not much of a problem. Anyway, they're in something like chronological order, and i've shoddily converted them into html, but don't expect quality or insight. You probably won't get much out of them if you're not me, and all i get is the size of my ass.
Oh, and the very last paragraph of 21200 is pretty cool whomever you are, in my opinion.
dds
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ddsIIIv2
ddsX
dds21200
The question must be raised, of course, of why i'm uploading these things if i'm so critical of them in general.
Frankly, i don't see any way out of it. i wrote them for some reason, i post them for some reason.
It's a zen thing. Or a dada thing, whichever helps you sleep at night.
Either way, get off my back, you heathen scoundrel!