Tuesday Hatred: aspirations (& lack thereof)
I hate that I seem to be abandoning all of my aspirations. It is like I am trading in old things that I valued for hard cash. This reminds me of the time when I sold almost all of the books that I accumulated over the years to finance some plumbing that needed to be done in our house. I hated that. I still hate it. I remember these books. Sometimes I try to find them in the hope they were amongst the 20-30 that The Wife convinced me to hold onto., only to realize they are well and truly gone.
Likewise I feel like I am letting go of my aspirations in order to do allow for some fancy plumbing on my finances. Maybe it is because I’m finally wise enough to understand what the generation before me had always understood: it takes money, money, money to make your world go around. I think I forget about winning the Nobel prize, about finally studying what I should have studied to begin with and about making the link between Habermas’ ethics & Davidson’s linguistics that will not only explain how to make this a better world but also why a world so made would be a better one.
I hate to admit that I forget all that for the same reason I forgot to study what I should have studied to begin with: I want to be financially independent. I forget all that because I’m hurrying towards earning myself a financial independence that is probably Sisyphean in nature. I hate myths, certainly when they are carrying some truth.
[Don’t worry, ben, I will be doing nothing the next weeks but I will schedule like a real Nostradamus Hatred galore for the next weeks. Don’t worry, josh, I’ll schedule them for my noon time giving the right amount of air for Monday Movies Wins It Big Time.]
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