Custom, Repetition, and the like – XX4214 Part 4
26/10/22 I could get used to this, honestly. The efficiency. The fish in the sea are not aplenty. But perhaps I may sacrifice myself and increase the count of fishes by 1. If only there weren’t so many couples at McDonalds. That I may eat my McFlurry alone in peace. Custom of Habit. I need to learn not to watch YouTube on my phone while eating. I mean, maybe it’s not so bad. After all, I do that when I’m at home too. So, well, quit being a fucking baby. 26/10/22 – an ungodly hour (12:34 am) Regaining my personhood. The act of becoming. Sartre’s radical freedom. Kierkegaard’s repetition. My self-positing individual comes to know itself as itself, but not just a small individual but the absolute. And maybe the real but then I gotta get some LSD and I’m not the most resourceful of people. So. When I first chose to do XXXX again, I had thought of doing it for a while. But not like “making plans” or “deciding”. I am not that kind of person. More like “imagining t