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Life by the Milk Carton

Over the past few months I have begun to drink a lot of milk; it contains quite a few calories and a decent amount of protein which can do no harm to the rather lean person that I am. And because of the fact that expired milk is possibly the most foul substance to ever come into contact with the human tongue, I have become very aware of the expiry dates that are stamped onto these plastic cartons. All dates are approximately two weeks into the future of the date purchased. So lately, I have been taking these cartons out of the fridge, looking at the date, and saying to myself, “Wow, it’s already January 31st!” Of course, it is two weeks prior to January 31st, but the fact that this date is imprinted onto the milk carton makes it seem much nearer, as if it has attached itself to the sun setting on the horizon, in order to spring up on me while I sleep. In result of this, I have been acquainted with quite a bit of unwarranted anxiety (it seems to be characteristic of anxiety to be unwarranted). The anxiety, in turn, gives way to restlessness, and restlessness does not leave easily. It arrives swiftly and fixes its tent pegs deep into the soil of my mind. It makes an unruly home there, treating glass as if it were stone, tossing around fragile thoughts and bending the lenses over my eyes so that the light enters in an awkward chaos. “There’s something I need to get done.” The statement grips hard onto my being, encompassing me tightly from all around, swooping up and down in circles until it has wrapped me completely in its rough exterior. How do I, how do humans, conquer this feeling? Do we need to find an escape which has the ability to diminish the feeling of restlessness for a certain amount of time, until it arises again in some other circumstance? Or is there finality somewhere? From what I have read of the existentialists, deeply connected to, or the root cause of this anxiety, or angst, is the alienation that people feel because of the dualisms cast upon the world. Hegel listed five ‘grim’ aspects of alienation. However, his first one seems to reduce men simply to animals. Rather than using his reason to conclude that, for instance, when married a man should not lust after other women and have sex with them, Hegel claims that what we view as “a feeling…of wretchedness” should be a matter of enjoyment. But precisely what makes us different from animals is the fact that we can look into the future and see whether or not a “moment of enjoyment” is going to have terrible consequences. The feeling of wretchedness comes when we know we have done something wrong. Whether we are immaterial souls or not doesn’t really factor in; Hegel should have just said that it is religious morals themselves that alienate people.

who gets a syst on their face

well apparently i do! a massive aching lump on the right side of my face that reaches under my cheek to my neck and is relentless in its agenda to dissolve any of my opportunities to sleep at night. hopefully antibiodics will help cause nobody wants face surgery, and i certaintly hope that there are no "foreign" cells floating around. cuz that wouldn't be nice.

so, if anybody is bored during the day or at night i'm at home all day and night awaiting a good movie/poker game/puzzle/whatever to watch/play/do.