The past three weeks have been pretty hectic. At least in my universe. Well, the presidential debate was pretty insane in mostly all our universes but I digress. I've been traveling to SF a lot. Thrice in the past week and a half. Is that a lot? I don't know. Probably. Feels like a lot though. That's good though, because that means they've been memorable trips. Memories appreciate. That's good. Well, at least the good ones do.
Currently writing this blog in SF. Didn't see that one coming... haha.
I'd just like to restate my belief in miracles. I was walking a thin line. And I fell. But I was caught. Yes, by God. The atheists laugh. I laugh at gilded butterflies. Now how do I properly say thanks for a miracle? Climb back onto that thin line (NOT a cocaine line for you close readers). Try again. Hopefully not fall again. But if I did it's okay. Miracles happen... twice? Thrice? Maybe not. No worries, I had my run. I'm due. Let's do this.
September 29, 2016
September 8, 2016
Pride, status, and shame
Yes, all in one blog.
Currently drinking deleteriously expensive yet indescribably delicious coffee. Still cheaper than a drink at some dive bars, especially given the development of the new Golden 1 arena downtown. To each one's own, I guess. There's always a rationalization for ones own expenses -- better yet, when said rationalization is dependent on the (even perceived) perception of another person. That being said, is there a price point for authenticity? It would seem that even if there was one it would be dictated by the market in some way, shape, or form.
As for shame, it truly isn't a construct in a vacuum. I can be ashamed of myself. Indeed, many times I am ashamed of myself. Yet, this is only magnified by how I perceive other would view my situation. Perhaps even more so, how I perceive God would view my actions (I tend to err on the side of a deprecated view, which I would probably agree upon). But here's the thing about shame, in spite of its connected nature: there's a ground to its depression. Unlike pride, its eventually satiated. Pride always asks for more, shame -- never, and it can end only in one of two ways: ultimate self-destruction or humility.
Having no shame really is bad.
Currently drinking deleteriously expensive yet indescribably delicious coffee. Still cheaper than a drink at some dive bars, especially given the development of the new Golden 1 arena downtown. To each one's own, I guess. There's always a rationalization for ones own expenses -- better yet, when said rationalization is dependent on the (even perceived) perception of another person. That being said, is there a price point for authenticity? It would seem that even if there was one it would be dictated by the market in some way, shape, or form.
As for shame, it truly isn't a construct in a vacuum. I can be ashamed of myself. Indeed, many times I am ashamed of myself. Yet, this is only magnified by how I perceive other would view my situation. Perhaps even more so, how I perceive God would view my actions (I tend to err on the side of a deprecated view, which I would probably agree upon). But here's the thing about shame, in spite of its connected nature: there's a ground to its depression. Unlike pride, its eventually satiated. Pride always asks for more, shame -- never, and it can end only in one of two ways: ultimate self-destruction or humility.
Having no shame really is bad.
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