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Two Questions
Sep. 1st, 2004 05:33 pmQuestion #1:
Why does the body sometimes disconnect from the mind? I hate it when that happens. I had my first day of class, today. I haven't been in a college class since 1999, but I remember all my organization and study skills. I am not intimidated. However, last night my body decides, "Nope, don't want to sleep. Something new is happening and it might attack you if you are unconscious." And, today, in the classroom, my mind is clear and receptive. But my body is freaking out, "Oh boy! This is different! Haven't done this in a long time. The professor must be a hungry cannibal." So, I sat there fidgeting and shifting in my seat for a good half of the class. I know it's natural to go through an adjustment period with new things, but it irritates me. Even if it's only for 20 minutes.
Question #2:
Why are the most fun things in life only great fun if you lack compassion? Example: We have a garden hose attachment that can make the water rocket out of the nozzle in a thin, powerful stream that shoots about 15 feet before fizzling out. I saw a squirrel in a nearby tree and I wanted to blast that little fucker off the branch. Part of me believes that this would have been the most fun I've had in years. And I'd say that's true, except for the other part of me that would feel really bad about doing that to a living creature. Damn that compassion.
Why does the body sometimes disconnect from the mind? I hate it when that happens. I had my first day of class, today. I haven't been in a college class since 1999, but I remember all my organization and study skills. I am not intimidated. However, last night my body decides, "Nope, don't want to sleep. Something new is happening and it might attack you if you are unconscious." And, today, in the classroom, my mind is clear and receptive. But my body is freaking out, "Oh boy! This is different! Haven't done this in a long time. The professor must be a hungry cannibal." So, I sat there fidgeting and shifting in my seat for a good half of the class. I know it's natural to go through an adjustment period with new things, but it irritates me. Even if it's only for 20 minutes.
Question #2:
Why are the most fun things in life only great fun if you lack compassion? Example: We have a garden hose attachment that can make the water rocket out of the nozzle in a thin, powerful stream that shoots about 15 feet before fizzling out. I saw a squirrel in a nearby tree and I wanted to blast that little fucker off the branch. Part of me believes that this would have been the most fun I've had in years. And I'd say that's true, except for the other part of me that would feel really bad about doing that to a living creature. Damn that compassion.
