"n.
A philosophy that emphasizes the uniqueness and isolation of the individual experience in a hostile or indifferent universe, regards human existence as unexplainable, and stresses freedom of choice and responsibility for the consequences of one's acts."
"Theory of mind is the ability to attribute mental states—beliefs, intents, desires, pretending, knowledge, etc.—to oneself and others and to understand that others have beliefs, desires and intentions that are different from one's own."
I had this dream. I was looking out large windows at what was suppsed to be my house. The graves were shining white with reflected light but it was very dark elsewhere and clearly late evening. There was a cat in the house and possibly another human-like animal. I remember feelings uneasy, fear, as well as frustration. The fear was in regards to not knowing what was going on and I gradually began to verbalize my discontentment. There are dozens of (different) animals now in the cemerty and I'm shouting at this gray fluffy cat, begging to know what was happening and I recall holding something but I am not sure what.
I've been thinking incessantly about the concept, feeling and receiving of love; the real notion that one cares about another by whichever means. My dad spent three days and many hours getting my car out of that trench, he dug in the mud for me, dropped his plans, got a man to drive him there and tow it out. I didn't feel not an ounce of love from those actions, not until he said I should put a jacket on because it was below forty and I would freeze. Why must it be verbal? I'll take anything as rejection; he didn't respond to my gratitude, and seemed snappy when he said I had a lot left to do with my car. He knelt in the darkness attempting to perfect my bumper and I thought this meant he must resent me for being such an awful driver. On the opposing, I thought about her all weekend desiring to and anticipating seeing her on monday her day off. I wrote about her in my first class, and reflected about her for much of my third. I looked at pictures of her, I got jealous. I talked about her on three separate occasions and voiced to austin how badly I wanted her to come to lunch with us. I worried about what she thought about what I was doing sunday who I was talking to. I wondered if she cared at all. I drove past her house. I felt disappointed I did not hear from her once. I realized I never once called, she was altogether unaware.
Someone
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I've been having strangely mystical things happening to me in the past
months. Not long ago I spoke with someone about my deep feeling of the
presence of...
asperation
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you're my favorite still, twelve years later. our friendship feels almost
caustic to me now as you continually show me how inappurtenant my existence
has b...
i want to
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kick and gouge your calves
pull your hair and slap you so hard
rewind and do it again
except harder
destroy you
rewind
do it again
rewind
and continue becaus...