I cannot contemplate why someone would pursue any field of hyper-intellectualization, such as only like my topic: Capitalism and Happiness. I selected the topic hoping for neat and concise excerpts that could be mushed together for a neat and concise sunday evening essay. I was dismayed to find even in my tiny state college library an entire shelf of nonfiction on the subject.
I experience the aptitude for hyper-intellectualization in myself which I have taken already taken active steps to avoid, i.e., pursuing a career that is greater than 50% feeling (beyond explanation): Music. I resent the effects of this economics paper and this piddling GE class required toward a non-related degree for pushing me into retrograde. It is saturday night and I'm like okay should I activate the potentiality of undifferentiated brain cells or kill some them bitches. The process of divining out any magic of something like happiness or a complicated organism like an economy is as necessary, neurotic, and valid as "The Predictive Stages of Colonialism on New Earths" or whatever the hell your graduate thesis will be. I am isolated due to the increasing of my convolutionism toward infinity and jaded by experiences since all are reducable to timeless recurring themes
por ejemplo the thesis of my paper is that both the splendor and terror of capitalism lies in its nature of Change - as in, the prospect of moving up in the world and also the fear of getting fat when you get older. I meant to write unemployed but this hybrid sentence exemplifies the overextension possibilities of a very uninteresting theme. I often think how nice it would be if things did not change, because I would be free to accept things the way they are with less apprehension. Like, my body, my habits. Doing the same thing every day (without the paradigm that the things you are doing today are the building blocks for tomorrow) would truly be a relief, since to bear the responsibility of your future is exhausting (self-doubting and guilt-ridden). I recognize this as the same predisposition that could make me vulnerable to joining a cult, being a drug addict, or a gypsy, but tragically I recognized the same tendencies in middle school and by then was already too strong-willingly attached to idiosyncrasy.
Another theme is inflation which is the reason for all of these things:
1. increased prices of everything directly related to the passing of time
2. words like "darn" became obsolete as expletives at the dawn of time (1905), fuck is on its way to useless (in terms of shock value)
3. You can't date nice, normal people anymore, preferring sexy and exciting lunatics
4. A bachelors degree is practically the minimum for entry-level work
5. You gotta get smarter, more muscle-y, more popular, richer, own more stuff, compared even to your own self
6. technology is smaller and increasingly impossible to fix yourself
or in summation: it is the inability of anything to hold still and be satisfied
A very good reason to pursue intellectualism and go to graduate school is to write a book and thus become a primary source so that I can quote your erroneous wisdom in my paper
When I tried to escape organizing of useless thoughts of a complex society with three colors of sharpies to act like a normal person I went into the kitchen and baked procrastination cookies with my happy, placid roommates. I initiated a topic for debate (are male weight-lifters vain?) and exacerbated the differences between the perspectives of tracy (no, duh) and cate (yes, duh), started a healthy and angry debate and left satisfied when the storm was as torrential inside the house as outside.
