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Aug. 30th, 2008 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sebastiennelooks like the internet has been in my brain while I sleep again:
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Last week I sent the Library School £500. Today I started my introductory reading list. (Within the first chapter, I was told "The work we do involves high levels of abstraction and ambiguity, and to some degree we're still making it up as we go along.) Looks like I'm really going to do this..
Someone on Facebook asked me recently what I meant when I listed my religious views there as "Wildean Existentialism". What I wrote in reply pleased me so much that I am going to reproduce it here.
Much human neurosis seems to come down to the fear that others will find us absurd. That we will be mocked, rejected, feared, unloved, embarrassed. To counter this we seek money, power, status, love. We seek god or gods telling us that it is all going to be OK in the end.
I feel sure that this is an error, on our part. What we ought better to do is to accept - nay, revel in! - our own absurdity, and that of others. (I have, for many years, striven to do this myself. For a long time, my mocking self-awareness came out as severely self-deprecating humour, and this is still a tendency that has not left me entirely.)
I dress, I watch old TV, I eat, I think, I fuck; with naïveté, irony, and post-irony, all at once. My awareness of my own absurdity allows me to do this. I am ridiculous! This LJ post is ridiculous! You are ridiculous!
This is enlightenment.
Or is it just modernity?
(link to fic)
Last week I sent the Library School £500. Today I started my introductory reading list. (Within the first chapter, I was told "The work we do involves high levels of abstraction and ambiguity, and to some degree we're still making it up as we go along.) Looks like I'm really going to do this..
Someone on Facebook asked me recently what I meant when I listed my religious views there as "Wildean Existentialism". What I wrote in reply pleased me so much that I am going to reproduce it here.
Much human neurosis seems to come down to the fear that others will find us absurd. That we will be mocked, rejected, feared, unloved, embarrassed. To counter this we seek money, power, status, love. We seek god or gods telling us that it is all going to be OK in the end.
I feel sure that this is an error, on our part. What we ought better to do is to accept - nay, revel in! - our own absurdity, and that of others. (I have, for many years, striven to do this myself. For a long time, my mocking self-awareness came out as severely self-deprecating humour, and this is still a tendency that has not left me entirely.)
I dress, I watch old TV, I eat, I think, I fuck; with naïveté, irony, and post-irony, all at once. My awareness of my own absurdity allows me to do this. I am ridiculous! This LJ post is ridiculous! You are ridiculous!
This is enlightenment.
Or is it just modernity?
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Date: 2008-08-30 09:45 pm (UTC)<3 *schnoogles you*
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Date: 2008-08-30 10:45 pm (UTC)*Is run over by Lol-cat icon band-wagon*
Date: 2008-08-31 11:02 pm (UTC)But incidentally: Facebook? add me! (http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1100256620)