Random Sainthood and Random Journals
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tabular_rasaThere's a part of me that kind of wants to be a saint.
Then there's another part of me that says that's a stupid thing to want, because you're not supposed to want to be a saint; you're supposed to just want to do the things that make you a saint, purely unselfishly (but, then, I ask, if you want it, how can it possibly be purely unselfish?-- and, then, ACK, we're getting into weird philosophy and human nature, lol . . . ).
Then there's another part of me that looks at how a heck of a lot of saints got to be saints (slapping people, and the mark stays on their face? WTF?), and thinks this whole saint business is a foolish load of utter B.S.
I love reading people's random journal entries-- you know, the "Search: Random" function at the heading at the top of your livejournal page when you're logged in (or maybe even when you're not)? They really make me laugh-- and feel good about humanity at the same time. It's sort of like PostSecret. People are angsty and overdramatic and self-absorbed, but you know it's one of those things that everybody goes through-- or else it really is something deep, and you're amazed at the strength with which they confront it (adversity makes men; prosperity makes monsters, lol . . . ). I really am in love with human emotion . . .
I uncovered:
A very devoted Christian girl who ends all of her entries with "God bless!" but appears very genuine and non-superficial; since it's her personal journal, she really can't be that effectively preachy, and she doesn't attempt to be. She uses her journal as her own little ping-pong table of scriptural analysis; it's quite endearing. That's the sort of religion I admire.
Some guy who only posts one "philosophical" line a day-- mostly consisting of, "You Suck." or "You Are Wrong And I Win," provocative, sorts of things, lol . . . I think he would annoy me, but he sort of amuses me at the same time.
A Russian kid with Timon icons, who, according to his userinfo, is very interested in computers.
A frank college-age student with a glittery layout, who details her life from getting her nails done to being denied more alcohol at a bar to being scared after seeing The Exorcism of Emily Rose.
A blank journal (waste of space! Ahhhhh!!!).
An arrogant artist/dancer with a 50-comment Friends-Only page in which he agressively asks those who wish to be friended to "entertain him" and "DANCE, MONKEY, DANCE!!!" and then has fun denying about 75% of them.
A laconic young girl with an internship at Disney (I'm jealous! Lol . . . ).
I'm not reading enough of them long enough to really be stalking them, lol . . .
Then there's another part of me that says that's a stupid thing to want, because you're not supposed to want to be a saint; you're supposed to just want to do the things that make you a saint, purely unselfishly (but, then, I ask, if you want it, how can it possibly be purely unselfish?-- and, then, ACK, we're getting into weird philosophy and human nature, lol . . . ).
Then there's another part of me that looks at how a heck of a lot of saints got to be saints (slapping people, and the mark stays on their face? WTF?), and thinks this whole saint business is a foolish load of utter B.S.
I love reading people's random journal entries-- you know, the "Search: Random" function at the heading at the top of your livejournal page when you're logged in (or maybe even when you're not)? They really make me laugh-- and feel good about humanity at the same time. It's sort of like PostSecret. People are angsty and overdramatic and self-absorbed, but you know it's one of those things that everybody goes through-- or else it really is something deep, and you're amazed at the strength with which they confront it (adversity makes men; prosperity makes monsters, lol . . . ). I really am in love with human emotion . . .
I uncovered:
A very devoted Christian girl who ends all of her entries with "God bless!" but appears very genuine and non-superficial; since it's her personal journal, she really can't be that effectively preachy, and she doesn't attempt to be. She uses her journal as her own little ping-pong table of scriptural analysis; it's quite endearing. That's the sort of religion I admire.
Some guy who only posts one "philosophical" line a day-- mostly consisting of, "You Suck." or "You Are Wrong And I Win," provocative, sorts of things, lol . . . I think he would annoy me, but he sort of amuses me at the same time.
A Russian kid with Timon icons, who, according to his userinfo, is very interested in computers.
A frank college-age student with a glittery layout, who details her life from getting her nails done to being denied more alcohol at a bar to being scared after seeing The Exorcism of Emily Rose.
A blank journal (waste of space! Ahhhhh!!!).
An arrogant artist/dancer with a 50-comment Friends-Only page in which he agressively asks those who wish to be friended to "entertain him" and "DANCE, MONKEY, DANCE!!!" and then has fun denying about 75% of them.
A laconic young girl with an internship at Disney (I'm jealous! Lol . . . ).
I'm not reading enough of them long enough to really be stalking them, lol . . .
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Date: 2006-06-14 03:33 pm (UTC)This means, you must see Donnie Darko or the friendship formula does not work. Unless we are imaginary friends or something.