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It'd be interesting, if when bugs bit you, instead of it burning or itching or hurting, it felt good.
My body can feel bad, it can feel ok, and it can feel good.
My brain can feel bad, and it can feel ok.
It doesn't feel good, because of the things inside it.
The bad things inside it came from outside, but now they are trapped inside.
I think even if the bad things were expelled, my brain still wouldn't feel good, because it doesn't have anything good trapped inside. Or nothing good that isn't tainted with bad.
Anything good that tries to enter my brain gets tainted by the bad stuff already inside.
My worldview is tainted by poison, murder, torture, war, starvation, suffering, uncaring, apathy, intolerance, hate, dishonesty, sickness, death.
The pretty things die or fade or rot.
The good things are just temporary.
The good things are just so-what?
So what, if it is a good, sweet, tasty fresh apple grown without pesticides and picked by a well-paid worker? In the end, at most it's just a color in the eye, a scent in the nose, a weight in the hand, a taste and texture in the mouth, and possibly a sensation in the stomach.
Even if there weren't war and deprivation and sickness and all that, and there were only tasty fresh applies and good things like that, so what? What's so great about apples? What's good about anything? Other than being better than being bad?
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I got at least 3 mosquito bites yesterday, and they didn't get big and swollen. That's good. It's better than if they had gotten big and swollen, anyway.
I should make this a private post. My state of mind is a bad thing, and I shouldn't expose it where it can contaminate other people. Especially not, when there's nothing good that can come of exposing it.
Dang.
My body can feel bad, it can feel ok, and it can feel good.
My brain can feel bad, and it can feel ok.
It doesn't feel good, because of the things inside it.
The bad things inside it came from outside, but now they are trapped inside.
I think even if the bad things were expelled, my brain still wouldn't feel good, because it doesn't have anything good trapped inside. Or nothing good that isn't tainted with bad.
Anything good that tries to enter my brain gets tainted by the bad stuff already inside.
My worldview is tainted by poison, murder, torture, war, starvation, suffering, uncaring, apathy, intolerance, hate, dishonesty, sickness, death.
The pretty things die or fade or rot.
The good things are just temporary.
The good things are just so-what?
So what, if it is a good, sweet, tasty fresh apple grown without pesticides and picked by a well-paid worker? In the end, at most it's just a color in the eye, a scent in the nose, a weight in the hand, a taste and texture in the mouth, and possibly a sensation in the stomach.
Even if there weren't war and deprivation and sickness and all that, and there were only tasty fresh applies and good things like that, so what? What's so great about apples? What's good about anything? Other than being better than being bad?
.
I got at least 3 mosquito bites yesterday, and they didn't get big and swollen. That's good. It's better than if they had gotten big and swollen, anyway.
I should make this a private post. My state of mind is a bad thing, and I shouldn't expose it where it can contaminate other people. Especially not, when there's nothing good that can come of exposing it.
Dang.
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Date: 2009-07-27 12:26 am (UTC)From:Reminds me of a short story David Brin wrote called "The Giving Plague." It was about a new disease that its only symptoms were to cause people to become addicted to giving blood, basically. They'd get nervous and twitchy and other symptoms of withdrawl until they gave blood again, which would make them feel really good for awhile.