A dream.. or was it a nightmare? I seemed happy at the time.. the signature apparel was there.. but the current state of things was different. Friendly, not hostile or painful. It's been so long.. Do I even want that? No, I tell myself, but in reality, I know that part of me does. That's always the case, when we dream of things violent or vile, or just different -- the other desires that arn't part of the process that decides, they get their chance to speak.. we routinely disavow them, but this is akin to the dictator who denies that the masses do not fully support him. A society is not unanimous, nor is a mind. It would be more honest, I think, to break this lingual and mental habit, to admit that we have these desires. People smoke because they want to -- the addiction instills additional desires into them that can, like many biologically rooted desires, change the balance of power in our mental government to achieve their fulfillment. If we can learn to be aware of these desires, to reidentify with them, perhaps we can control them better. At a cost, perhaps, of some of our sanity or ego? In the most recent philosophy now magazine, the editor spake of the argument put forth by some that philosophy can serve as therapy, helping people be happy. He suggested that this is wrong, in that by using it to that end, it suggests avoiding ideas that do not lead to happiness. It is, in effect, a corruption like how money corrupts politics (comparison mine). This is indeed a strong argument.
I have managed to injure further my right foot. I've been dumb, and I'm certainly paying for it. Oddly, the way it's injured now, I can run on it but not walk on it -- something about the different motions involved make the difference. I'm going to do my best to stay off of it for a few days. Perhaps this weekend is a good one to mostly spend in my apartment or driving around. If I'm going to be climbing and playing Badminton next week, the last thing I want is an injured foot.
This is such a bad idea it's almost comical... Heh.
