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contemplative Red: Hey Relee, what's up?
Blue: Just thinking about the conflict of reality and dreams in my life.
Red: Oh? What do you mean?
Blue: Well, my body is covered in imperfections. It's an animal, living and organic. I've got a lot of scars, several open sores, I get pimples, I'm overweight, parts of me itch, my crotch secretes a disgusting slime that smells wierd, there are so many things that my body does that prevents my dreams from being real.
Red: How does that prevent your dreams from being real?
Blue: In my dreams and in my fantasies, I surround myself with culture and imagination. Things like appearance are an expression of the self. In life, however, the body is a machine, not the expression of the self. It's a living breathing animal with comforts and discomforts, flaws and features that change even over the course of a day.
Red: So you would want to abandon your physical body for one of imagination, a perfected form that exists as an expression of yourself?
Blue: Well, yes and no. You see, that is the conflict. My body is my body, I don't want to get rid of it. At times I want to embrace it's animality, to live in comfort and delight from sensations and actions. But at other times, I feel like I'm not myself. Like I'm only an interface with the world for the idea of me.
Red: That's some pretty heavy stuff.
Blue: Yeah tell me about it.
Red: So what's to do?
Blue: I don't know if I'll do anything about it. It doesn't present a problem, just a lot of thought.
Red: Perhaps it explains your indecisiveness.
Blue: How do you mean?
Red: You're a cartoon squirrel, you're a human, you do both at once. You're a boy, you're a girl, you do both at once. You're very indecisive. If it doesn't cause you discomfort, then it explains why you do both. Both give you some sense of fulfillment.
Blue: That just makes me think even more.
Red: You're welcome!
July 22 2005, 12:13:32 UTC 6 years ago
What you seem to need is a healthy life balance. You cannot, in the real world, be that which you fantasize about being - we can't be play toys and dolls, we can't be the sum of our expressions, because we are physical animals grounded in reality. That is a constant that cannot change (barring science discovering ways to do so), unless death is a release - but that's a huge gamble.
Existance is a finite perception of reality. If we cannot externally see beyond the narrowness that is our physical existance, we must accept that existance as a stream to be swam in rather than avoided.
But we must balance that cynicism, realism and pragmatism with our imaginations and idealism, we must express ourselves and stand for what we believe in, and we must do what we can with the tools we've been given in order to make our existance, as finite as it may seem to be, meaningful and colorful if at all possible. Only in more recent times have I discovered this. Our thoughts are potentially finite along with our physical bodies, but our ideals and creations succeed us and inspire and influence others who will join and follow.
July 22 2005, 12:44:53 UTC 6 years ago
As for reality, it really depends on the way you look at it. There are ways to abandon it, but I'm not willing to do those things.
July 22 2005, 19:55:41 UTC 6 years ago
Now for some vague wordings...forsooth, forasmuch, etcetera, and such.
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July 22 2005, 23:08:45 UTC 6 years ago
This post brought to you by "the Commision of Bad Times Not to Hold Your Tongue".
/me hides before she gets harmed very very badly.
July 22 2005, 23:39:01 UTC 6 years ago
/me goes back to being very cleverly hidden.
July 25 2005, 00:12:41 UTC 6 years ago
Some parts I enjoy more than others. Like, I enjoy my brain, eyes, fingers, and penis a lot more than, say, my uvula or missing wisdom teeth. (When the back of my throat gets all allergy-itchy, I whine and scratch the roof of my mouth with the back portion of my tongue--and all too often, it gets my uvula inflamed. And my wisdom teeth were so incredibly likely to cause problems within a few short years that they got taken out.)
I thought I had more to say about how I feel about my body, but I just don't know how to put it into words better than that first paragraph. (The second was just me having fun. Disregard it if you like.)
July 30 2005, 01:15:47 UTC 6 years ago
And I got to go through a weak version of teething. I know why the babies scream.