Alright.... It's official now.... I can no longer claim rationality - for, beyond all reason ... I have succumbed to my urges....
Its not often that i retire to the luxuries of blogging ... and as i have already mentioned ... its only in the event when i am a seratonin riddled mess. But of late, i've come to question that . Is it really bad being seratonin riddled? Of course, someone with a stronger conviction would obviously second the notion of the disparity in the judgement of one under the "influence" (of seratonin i mean). But then again, we are all humans and, somewhere along the line , we all falter, and we are faced with the paroxysm of conflict. We are plunged deep into the throes of that which we feared most, Only to discover that our judgement was misconstrued, There was nothing at all to fear. So is the case with the effects that seratonin and dopmine induces. It's referred to in lore as "love" . A concept that escapes the masses, but which is an excruciatingly misused term in circadian speech. A word that is thrown around with such scant regard that you might think it was something of a common place.
Oft have i expressed my hate of "love", and i was justified in my stance. Up until recently, though. A stance i've had to rethink. There is only so much i can say when i'm trying to be ambiguous.
A study of human nature revels that all men are hypocrites.(so are all women, but thats besides the point). And it is this hypocritical nature that lets us wake up in the morning and not feel guilty at the constantly wavering priorities in life. There's not more than a handful of "ideal" beings who are so absolute in their priorities that they are unmoved and unchanged by happenings about them. We usually don't ono who these people are because they are uncharacteristically boring. I mean, lets face it... adaptability is the single most unique thing that we as RATIONAL beings posses, and to trade that for a well-strcuctered monotonous existence just seems so mundane and IRRATIONAL ...
Well, so much for that .....
I still remember, when i first started blogging, there was so much to write about, so much to share, so much to express... But priorities change and blogging becomes a luxury .... unless of course youre an actor worth crores who can dedicate time on a regular basis
On that note, i'll take my leave.
Its not often that i retire to the luxuries of blogging ... and as i have already mentioned ... its only in the event when i am a seratonin riddled mess. But of late, i've come to question that . Is it really bad being seratonin riddled? Of course, someone with a stronger conviction would obviously second the notion of the disparity in the judgement of one under the "influence" (of seratonin i mean). But then again, we are all humans and, somewhere along the line , we all falter, and we are faced with the paroxysm of conflict. We are plunged deep into the throes of that which we feared most, Only to discover that our judgement was misconstrued, There was nothing at all to fear. So is the case with the effects that seratonin and dopmine induces. It's referred to in lore as "love" . A concept that escapes the masses, but which is an excruciatingly misused term in circadian speech. A word that is thrown around with such scant regard that you might think it was something of a common place.
Oft have i expressed my hate of "love", and i was justified in my stance. Up until recently, though. A stance i've had to rethink. There is only so much i can say when i'm trying to be ambiguous.
A study of human nature revels that all men are hypocrites.(so are all women, but thats besides the point). And it is this hypocritical nature that lets us wake up in the morning and not feel guilty at the constantly wavering priorities in life. There's not more than a handful of "ideal" beings who are so absolute in their priorities that they are unmoved and unchanged by happenings about them. We usually don't ono who these people are because they are uncharacteristically boring. I mean, lets face it... adaptability is the single most unique thing that we as RATIONAL beings posses, and to trade that for a well-strcuctered monotonous existence just seems so mundane and IRRATIONAL ...
I still remember, when i first started blogging, there was so much to write about, so much to share, so much to express... But priorities change and blogging becomes a luxury .... unless of course youre an actor worth crores who can dedicate time on a regular basis
On that note, i'll take my leave.
