The Soft Padding Of Feet Across Snow
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Sometimes I wonder if I was born broken, as if, no matter my initial conditions, simple genetics would lead me to who I am now. Nature, nurture, data on most humans seems to point to both and I do share specieal biology with them, so let's hope that it's not fallacious to say it's likely. Perhaps I should now give special thanks to my progenitors to giving me the tools to overcome my natural inclination, or perhaps they deserve blame, or both. Causality is a bitch.
Many languages, and even dialects of english, make the distinction between self and one's emotions, unlike North American English. A sadness is upon me in lieu of I am sad, characterising emotions as something that happens to people instead of becoming them. I'm not sure if this is the best way to describe it, but it is a useful consideration nonetheless. Even considering this distance, I am still burdened by this cultural conception of being happy instead of feeling happy. And, in some ways, I think I finally, still, have that. Not a life of perfection, but one free of significant dysfunction. It works for me.
I spend most of my time either snowboarding or building houses. Alot fit between those cracks, but those are the primary time sinks in my life. For the most part, I am pretty private and solitary these days. The reasons for this are primarily spiritual. I might explain that later.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Deltron 3030 - Mastermind (song d/l)
Currently Eating: Beef Burger