Tag Archive: Philosophy

I had endeavored to post more than once a week this summer, but the utter lack of activity in my life has made that incredibly difficult.  There’s not much to write about a weekend filled with boredom, self-pity, and copious amounts of aimless internet browsing, which has been every weekend of the summer so far.

But, do not despair my intrepid reader, for this summer is to the movie of my life not the depression montage, that already happened, but instead the determination montage, where I work out in dimly lit rooms and leave myself inspirational notes on the mirror.  In this montage I lean dramatically over the sink, splash water on my face, and stare steely-eyed and determined at my unshaven reflection, followed by an unknown, but undoubtedly epic number of incredibly sweaty situps.  We’ll just edit out the hours and hours spent in dark rooms staring at TV and computer screens, a lifeless pallor about my person, and just the barest hint of sentience in the vacant expression worn constantly upon my face.  Oh yeah, after a determination montage like this I am going to kick some ass when school starts next month.


I know making fun of old ladies makes me a terrible person, but when they have sideburns and a moustache, it’s incredibly hard not to chuckle in mild fascination.  Though, I have to

admire them for not giving a flip about the way they look.

Do you ever sit there and debate how much punctuation you should put at the end of a sentence?!?

Nobody likes being super busy at work, but it’s almost better than the endless minesweeper and rubber band-ballery of a slow day.

And now for some unsolicited philosophical advice:

Don’t ever get so caught up in where you’re going that you forget where you’re from, because for better or for worse, it will always be a part of you.  No matter how much you want to get away from it, as soon as you forget where you’re from, you become just another face in the crowd, somewhere in the middle of a story with no beginning.  I’m not saying your past should define you, but a glance in the rearview mirror every once in a while is a good way to avoid an accident.  Besides, if you don’t remember where you started, how can you know how far you’ve come?

Our goals in life are mostly the same,  it’s our beginnings that make us unique.

Reflectively yours,


For those of you who don’t live in Oklahoma, last night we had a bout of several rather large tornadoes, which made for an exciting evening.  A strange thing about us Okies is that a lot of us actually relish the bad weather, it’s exciting, a change of pace.  Living in the heart of tornado alley, tornadoes are sort of a statewide hobby, and we know how to handle them.

Much to my mom’s dismay, when the sky in the southwest turns a dark blue green, it sounds like a freight train is bearing down on me, and it’s like the clouds are throwing a lightning rave, I get an adrenaline rush like no other.

Anyways, a tornado knocked out the power to my house all night last night, which forced me to do a lot of thinking in the dark in lieu of my usual, electric-powered, activities.

Nature is the most awesome thing to behold, and it’s nights like yesterday that remind us that we aren’t masters of earth.  No matter the grandeur of the structures we build, Nature can wipe them out in a second, forcing us to behave like the squishy little animals we are, hiding in our holes underground.

Earth doesn’t care about your architecture and your technology, it hurtles through the void of space, spinning, storming, and leaving us desperately clinging to its surface, trying not to be flung out into space.

It’s funny that it takes a tornado to make me really think though.  I’m not going to be an old person and say that technology is making us dumber, but then again it sort of is..

I mean, if you have a smart phone and cell service, you know everything.  Any question you could possibly ask about the known world is just a web search away from being answered.  If we know everything, why learn anything?

I’m not anti–technology, far from it in fact, but it’s something worth thinking about next time you pick up your phone.

Then again, nature can always trump even our knowledge of everything.  Your cell phone can call anyone on the planet, it can answer any question you could have, it can be used to check your e-mail, your Facebook, it can pinpoint your location anywhere on the globe and tell you how to get home, but when the power goes out and you lose service it’s reduced to its most basic and arguably most important function: flashlight.

Well, I’m almost done philosophizing I promise, this all just makes me realize how fragile humans and our society really are.  That same river that gives us food and transportation then floods and destroys all that it gave us, leaving us wondering why it gave to us in the first place.

Human nature often echoes it’s larger counterpart, Mother Nature in this way; sometimes we build you up just because we like to watch you fall.



P.S. Here’s a video of a couple of the tornadoes last night

Did I Just Meditate?

I figure since the world is ending in a few hours I ought to make my last blog post a somewhat helpful one, so I’ll be remembered by the atheists as a smart person.

When was the last time you just existed?  

As humans we constantly feel the need to be doing something.  If we’re just sitting there we feel unproductive, and like we’re wasting time.  When a dog just sits there nobody criticizes it for being lazy and wasting it’s time, it’s just being, it’s not doing.  

That’s the difference between between humans and animals, animals exist and humans do. 

I think that we as a species should try to just exist more.  Last night was a beautiful night, 70 degrees and windless.  After I got off work, I went outside and sat in a chair.  I just existed after my long day of doing, and it felt horrible.

At first.

I felt this itch, like I needed to go do something.  I had to check Facebook, watch TV, or even (God forbid) read.  I sat through it though, and eventually I got into this extremely relaxing mental state of being.  Afterwards I felta little melancholy, as thinking too much is prone to do to a person, but very relaxed and calm, peaceful.

Insert racial stereotype here.

I suppose that’s what meditation is, but when I think of meditation I think of some bald-headed, Gandhi-looking guru in colorful robes sitting cross-legged and “ahhhmmmmmmmm”-ing with his hands outstretched to his sides.

I was just sitting in a lawn chair, reeking of Asian food, thinking, and enjoying the weather.

Worth a try,


I have a theory.  Well, it’s less of a theory and more of a different way of looking at life.  It’s not necessarily a helpful one, or one that will change the way you live, but I find it incredibly interesting to think about.

You are not the same person you were yesterday.

Every moment you’re alive you change slightly, you learn something, you grow taller, you grow older, you think about something new. When you add all those moments up, you end up changing significantly.  You’re still technically the same biological person as you were last night, last week, or last year, but you’re a new version of you.  Since you can’t time travel (if you can, what the hell are you doing reading this instead of riding a triceratops??), the older versions of you exist only in the past, separate and unchanging.  When you look at a picture of yourself, you’re not seeing yourself, you’re seeing your past self.

Should we just live to benefit our present selves, because we’ll never truly be able to experience what the future holds? Or should we sacrifice our present self’s happiness to supplement the happiness of our future selves?

For example: when you study for that Chemistry test today, you’re not studying to benefit yourself, you’re studying to benefit your future self.  The same is true for the reverse.  When you play Pokemon all day instead of writing that paper, you act to benefit your present self, and you screw over your future self.  The next time your teacher asks you why you didn’t do your homework, or your boss asks you why you didn’t do what he needed you to do, just blame it on your past self, you can’t control that, what do they think you are, a time traveler??

As I eat this pile of M&M’s directly off my desk, I greatly increase my happiness, but Mr. Diabetes waits around the corner to kick my future self in the nuts and steal his wallet.  It’s okay, I hear Future Andrew is a jerk anyway.

You can easily communicate with your future self by writing a letter or taking a picture. If only you could communicate with  your past self…

Can you say time loop?

Paradoxically yours,

-Past Andrew

P.S. I’m pretty sure that means I just time traveled.

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