Right and Wrong

Still depressed. Maybe I should just give up hope that this will change. I certainly can’t seem to shake it. I have changed my daily routine in hopes of remedying this affliction. I wake early, around 9am. I then go to a morning meeting at 10am. Afterwards, I go for breakfast at Bon’s with a friend. We always have interesting conversations. We infact enjoy each others company. I seem to have troubles with my afternoons. I completely hate them, infact. I’m fine in the evening, for I go to another meeting around 7 or 8pm.
But until then, I loathe existing. So then kill myself you say? I don’t blame you for suggesting. I hate listening to people whine about the baine of their said and pathetic lives. It bores me.
I think we’re all sad. I think we’re all lonely here. I think we’re all in the icy water, drowning. Some of us sometimes pull together the courage and strength to imagine the hot weather on a tropical island. The warm breeze, a lover by our side. Without complications. Total blissful harmony. But it’s not fucking real. It’s a fantasy. It’s made up to avoid the painful reality of thrashing about in this fridgid body of water, alone until our untimely end. After that? who knows, it doesn’t matter yet.

Your mind’s arrogance and condemnation intrigue me. I am curious as to whether your voice is a serious reflection of your obviously inflated ego. Not that that’s a bad thing. And not that I’m trying to lessen the blow to your ego either for to get blown is your choice. I only mean that everything is a matter of perspective. You have yet to ultimately insult me enough to keep me away from you. Instead I choose to learn from you. To study your mind and activity so that I may strengthen my own mind and destiny.
–> example.
I recently have been analyzing a great deal the philosophy of morality. Specifically, the system of principals and judgements upon which our daily choices are made. Everything as simple as why we choose to eat the foods we choose to eat to why we all aren’t choosing to kill eachother all the time. Every choice I make, every jugement I make I am swamped with considerations regarding the right thing to do. And how I feel when a good or bad event comes to pass. My early assumption on the matter is that morality is a matter of persepective. I think apples are good because they are juicy and red. You think apples are bad because you shot your father playing William Tell. What I think is good, you can think is wrong. It’s all a matter of perspective. What follows is that if there is no definite right and wrong, there is no definite truths at all except ones that can be proven objective.
Writing this out, it seems this whole reasoning is fairly obvious and rudimentry. I shall delve further in to it in my thoughts tomorrow.

Your blog – yes, i read all of your absurdly long post. I thought it was fantastic, considering your recent comment that you cannot seem to think of anything ‘good’ (morality case) to write. and until I’m published I don’t give a fuck about grammar and spelling, as self-righteous and wise as it makes me feel to flaunt off my university-grade english, I prefer getting out my ideas and thoughts rather than making them 100% understandable first draft. It’s a hell of a lot more coherant than what I used to write high.