Thinking too much, how original.

So today I was thinking about how to make my life more interesting. Perhaps, it could be that I think too much about it. 

In my Philosophy of Art class, we spoke about distance. Kant believes that lack of distance is really inattention. Let me explain further. If someone is watching Othello, and they start worrying that their wife is cheating on them, that is lack of distance. You can’t appreciate the art for art. You are applying your emotional life and personal experience to the art work, and you are ignoring the actual art piece. Perhaps, just maybe, I’m busy thinking about personal, past experiences and my own thoughts, instead of appreciating the “art”. Ew. Art as a metaphor for life is a little too-true-but-sickly-sweet for me. I apologize. 

But still. Maybe I should just go out and do things, and not think about anything. I worry about being irresponsible, however. For a while, I feel like I was not in tune with myself. All through junior high and high school, in fact. That hurt me deeply. I am a much stronger person now, but I worry that not, “checking myself before wrecking myself” will hurt me again.

By doing so, I worry that I missed out on achieving more of my potential at an earlier age. Worry, worry, worry, worry, worry. I feel like we’d be drunk already if the word ‘worry’ was put with a drinking game. Are blogs and their bloggers supposed to be this self-centered? I feel like I should be talking about Kony or something. Ah, well. 

Here’s one of my favorite songs. It’s “my jam” if you will. And it’s the unedited version. I will say, I felt like my whole childhood was a lie when I realized the edited version was not the real version. 

Please enjoy.