I’m sitting here in the library (the computer’s tick-counter claims I have forty-five minutes left on this computer, so I’d better get cracking). And my cousin’s met up with a friend of his, we’ll call him Pete.
And Pete is cool. I can talk to Pete. And although I haven’t, too much, since I’m writing a post about all this, I’ve listened to him intently. My cousin has been trying to get into deeper topics than music. I’ve delved into things like Transcendentalism and Surrealism, Romanticism and Aestheticism (or, Aestheism- on this blog) before. A long time ago. My lack of musical talent made me restless and I started reading and learning.
My cousin’s checked out a few different books on sociology (which I don’t believe he’ll get through, because sociology is applied psychology and it’s best to just start there). He’s also checked out a book I recommended, The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud. Freud’s a cool guy, and I would’ve given him Selected Writings to read, but they didn’t have a copy at this library.
My cousin and his friend talked for a while about dreams and things, and lucid dreaming, which is trying to remember your dreams by writing them down, and all. It’s a pretty simple concept, and it involves totems, like in Inception. I’ve written dreams down upon waking, but never gone as far to ask myself “am I dreaming” all the time, and never found a totem to look at and everything. It seems like post-Inception hype, to me, getting into dreams. I think dreams are nice when you have them, and you shouldn’t get too absorbed in controlling them or remembering them. Maybe if you have a clear one, at a random point in time, it was meant to happen, and you should be thankful that it sticks so clear in your mind, to this day.
So that’s a basic dream philosophy, just throwing it out there. I like my random dreams. And I like coming up with my own opinions on things, and the occasional Sagan read or Kierkegaard helps. But psychology is more my playing field, I guess, I’m taking a psych class next year, and I’m pretty excited about that.
Has anyone ever heard of Henry David Thoreau? He’s very cool, very interesting to read. He’s written Walden, which is supposedly his greatest work, and I’ve read excerpts from it. And it’s good. And above all, he cherishes life! And what’s not to respect about that? Ideas like that are great.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary.”
He’s a smart guy, and he learns from experience. And there’s a lot of people I want to grow up to be like, I’ll make a list sometime, but one of them is HDT. I want to be recognized, at the very least, as a follower of ideas. I wanna be the next Lovecraft, the next Bierce, the next Thoreau, the next Ralph Waldo Emerson, the next Whitman (minus the gggay), et cetera. There’s so many people I’d like to be like, and it hurts my brain- if I were like all of them, I would be insane. Or, more insane than I am right now. My head would fall off as I spurt words- Oedipus Rex, The Elephant Celebes, Postmodernism leads to pop culture, Bourgeois, Yves Tanguy beats Salvador Dali in artistic ability and social acceptability.
And I’m sure no one wants to hear all of that stuff, anyways. All of that in one sitting, or even spaced out, is probably off-putting, and that’s probably not the way to go if you’re looking for friends. Which I am. Many friends.
So I rarely ask a person if they’re into any of my favorite “isms.” (including Satanism! Kidding) I’m really a lot less overbearing in normal conversation, I don’t get too philosophical just talking to anybody.
Unless, of course, I’m talking to Erin.
Aestheism, not Atheism.