Essays, Sartre, and looking in the Mirror

I have 3 essays due in the next lil while. Today I skipped class to write one so that I could finish it. I have 1 page so far (double spaced)… that was the result of 20 minutes of actually forcing myself to write. Then I went to go see New Moon, and now I’m back.

… The last 2 weeks I’ve been going crazy because I’m not able to force myself to work. Colbert once said in an interview where he talked about a bunch of his family dying in a plane crash “any threat they could make seemed pretty silly”, in regards to his teachers for not finishing his work. He said that all education needs fear to work. I think I’m losing the fear. I’m not going to pretend like I’m independant or anything, I’m definately sure I’ll suck it up and finish all these essays. Hell I’ll probably get 75-85% on all of them. But I just feel like I’m starting to not care.

I feel like I’m an actor in a play about my life, but that I’ve got so tired of acting that I’m starting to get out of character, and people around me are starting to get scared/disturbed. I talked to a friend the other day about Jean-Paul Sartre, the famous post-modern atheist. I’ve only read his wikipedia.

Lance told me his ethics were based on the principle that as long as you can look at yourself in the mirror, you’re ok. The only ethics are self-preservation and self-esteem I guess you could say in his model – as opposed to most atheists who stick with Utilitarianism.

I haven’t done anything evil really besides the usual.

However, on the drive home today I couldn’t look myself in the mirror. I don’t really know why. I think it was because I had just seen so many beautiful people around me. It was almost eerie. Like living in a movie. I was grossed out a bit. The other day I was at the Dentist and I kept looking at the pictures they had of all the perfect people with perfect teeth. I started laughing and the hygenist looked a little puzzled. I didn’t tell her why I laughed, but it was at the pictures, I didn’t belong there. The Dentist told me about how my tooth was dead and I pre-empted him (because he’d told me it 6 months ago with the same severity). He listed a series of surgeries I could get, I told him they could rip it out and I could get the gold tooth I’ve always wanted.

…silence…

some people have no sense of humor. Anyway, he looked a little worried and said something about getting a second opinion and left. Then I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I started laughing, thinking about the giant gap in my teeth. Thinking about how it would continue to make me look even weirder. It was a weaker version of the hysterical laugh I had before.

at least I’m not as ugly as Sartre, no wonder he was an advocate of ‘free love’.

I read a bit about Fr. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ (Jesuit) and his philosophy/theology/phenomenology. He fused Catholicism with Evolution and argued that the world is being drawn towards God the ‘Omega Principle’ in a constant state of becoming/evolution which will culminate in complete redemption. He was criticized by the Church, but eventually garnered some respect. He’s a love-hate person in the Church, much like the Society (Jesuits) itself.

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I think I’m moving away from the Omega principle. I’m devolving. I’m becoming more and more lost. I read Sartre’s idea about being trapped by your own freedom, I kind of feel that way right now.

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i’ve just wasted another hour that was supposed to be for my essay. FUCK!

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I wish I could go drinking with Simon Schama or watch some mythbusters, or get stuck in an elevator with Kari Byron.