"But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?"
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Apparently I was a wonderfully quiet baby, slept and napped regularly. My younger sister was the nonstop screamer. I guess those sorts of things skip? Or maybe, like moving furniture between houses, our brains cleverly and mercifully forget the ordeal so as to induce us to do it again.
It'd be interesting to see in what sense the trend is increasing. I posted about it in January to Hubski though there weren't any bites. My increased awareness happens to coincide entirely with meeting people in their thirties--so slightly older than me--who also gave up alcohol. And it's for random reasons why I've been meeting with slightly older people. Most people my age or younger are still entirely balls to the wall with drinking.
Dude, keep going. Despite my talk of how infeasible kids are right now, if the ducks were squared away (lol mixed metaphor but I'm keeping it), I'd be going for it. At least two. Maybe three? Four? I'm reading Bryan Caplan's Selfish Reasons to Have More Kids and it's eye-opening. Parents have been increasingly overestimating the cons of actually raising kids (notwithstanding the financial security required, a condition which Dr. Tenured Professor assumes you've satisfied). Kids are incredibly resilient and will grow up to be as happy and healthy as their genes allow, so long as the home environment isn't actively harmful and deficient.
For spring break, I paused my semester-long project of not drinking alcohol. Last weekend I headed up to New York to visit friends and we went out to some bars and clubs. It was fun, but... deeply demoralizing. I didn't realize how little I missed berserk drinking and staying up all hours of the night. Not to mention spending hundreds of dollars. Back on the wagon, and couldn't be happier about it.
Riding out the snowstorm hitting the eastern seaboard in my house. I have to write a paper on a completely open-ended prompt dealing with constitutional law. The assignment is so open-ended that I can't even pick a topic, even after spending the last day and a half reading. Halp me snowy spring break gods.
I (26 year old male) can't imagine having two or three kids anytime soon, and I'm one of the ones with half a shot at providing for them. None of my mid-twenties friends have any plans to, either. I just don't see how one would want to amidst such economic uncertainty.
With the ownership of the property so distributed, who's responsible for upkeep or renovation? I'm asking as someone ignorant of the nuts and bolts of REITs.
Not only has Kim Jong-un already scored major points by getting this talk, but Trump will probably be desperate to score any "win" to prove positively that he's some hot-shit deal-maker. I just feel like the world is gonna get hosed because of Trump's vanity.
Not the first time I've felt this.
- I wouldn't be taking these classes if I wasn't expecting them to be vital to my future. It was the same the first time around, except back then I didn't give a fuck what the classes were for.
This is how I've approached my classes now. I want to squeeze every ounce of value out of the 90 minutes I have with the professor, hungover fratboy on the left be damned.
Me in 2010? Constitutionally incapable of giving a fuck.
This semester has seen me kick fitness into high gear. And cousin, my body is a-brusin'. Gymnastics training, primarily the floor and high bar events. Club soccer practices. Weightlifting. And because of the newest teammate on the gymnastics club, I've been introduced to the wonderful and wild world of CrossFit. This newest member is an older student like myself who took a few year break in the middle of her undergraduate degree. In that break she trained for, qualified, and competed in CrossFit Worlds. I can't really convey how much of a monster achievement that is. She's also one of the nicest people ever, too. (Slight crush? Maaaybe.)
It's addicting to see progress in my gymnastics. And the camaraderie on the team is really sustaining.
I'm supremely content with this part of my life. That said, I've been turning something over in my mind for a few weeks now. It has to do with my desire for social approbation, particularly through--but not limited to--social media. It's crazy how much time I spend on Instagram. I also find myself working into conversation recent acrobatic accomplishments. On Insta, I check not only the reactions my posts and "stories" get, but look at other semi-famous users and imagine what their lives are like. Some people (typically gymnasts) find a niche as super-competent athletes that attract tens of thousands of viewers to their training sessions, meal preparation, motivational posts, etc. I think choosing to become an Instagram celebrity has to be one of the most hollow pursuits imaginable. But... my lord, when I post a video and the reactions pour in, it's like someone at Instagram hacked my monkey brain and is pulling at the levers.
I guess this is all to say that I intellectually understand that self-aggrandizing is tacky, immature, and can come across as insecure. Yet I've noticed I do it a lot. And it's not sitting right with me. I strive to be aware of it, only doing it when I feel it's appropriate. But it "seems" appropriate a lot of them time.
I think self-aggrandizement comes down to wanting to signal traits you have to others. And I wish I had the patience for my traits to be discovered rather than shown-off. What are your thoughts, pubski?