Sep 2014
3-19-2014
I feel torn again. The sky has been a consistent white, the white of dull, sad, desolate winter, for three straight days I can’t help wonder if someone, somewhere, is collecting data on social networking sites and analyzing moods based off what is being posted. If weather changes moods and weather is a subject of conversation, surely someone with the access would find a pattern interesting? Anthropological-technology studies must be popular somewhere. I’m sure someone could be focusing on weather, moods, and who is affected, especially if the HARP conspiracy is accurate and weather modification is possible. Besides that, and the prospect of our environment and climate being controlled as well as the NSA keeping a close watch on us, I have been thinking a lot about my place in the world and what I want to do.
Do I want to go to school? If so, I’d need to save up to move out, then begin saving in general, and essentially tie myself to pointless jobs for the next several years. Do I want to make a difference? How could I, unless I was to reject all social conventions and mores decided by the capitalistic corporotacracy in which we live? Do I have the courage to be radical? What would I sacrifice in deciding to be, and deciding not to be?
I feel torn again. The sky has been a consistent white, the white of dull, sad, desolate winter, for three straight days I can’t help wonder if someone, somewhere, is collecting data on social networking sites and analyzing moods based off what is being posted. If weather changes moods and weather is a subject of conversation, surely someone with the access would find a pattern interesting? Anthropological-technology studies must be popular somewhere. I’m sure someone could be focusing on weather, moods, and who is affected, especially if the HARP conspiracy is accurate and weather modification is possible. Besides that, and the prospect of our environment and climate being controlled as well as the NSA keeping a close watch on us, I have been thinking a lot about my place in the world and what I want to do.
Do I want to go to school? If so, I’d need to save up to move out, then begin saving in general, and essentially tie myself to pointless jobs for the next several years. Do I want to make a difference? How could I, unless I was to reject all social conventions and mores decided by the capitalistic corporotacracy in which we live? Do I have the courage to be radical? What would I sacrifice in deciding to be, and deciding not to be?
