I'm A Simple Kinda Guy...
Nov. 28th, 2001 07:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackofallgeeksI'm such a weirdo.
Tonight, Becky and Emily went through their weekly ritual of checking their mail, except that is time Becky got on before Emily. Obviously, they're trying to keep me on my toes. ^_^
Anyways, as per usual, I IMed Becky just t'say hi. She responded (!!!) by saying she couldn't talk, which really is more than I expected. The Croft girls, it seems, aren't much for chatting online. So I wrote her back and said "Ok, I'll see ya around" again, as per usual on the off chance I get a reply. This is typical of the Croft girls, and I really don't expect anything from them - I just like to IM them and say "hi", y'know, just t'let them know I'm thinking of them or some such.
Then Becky really made my night. She replyed again of all things, and said "Love ya lots." Heeeeee, like I said,m I'm a simple kinda guy, and I donno, that kinda meant alot to me. It's significant comming from most anyone, but in particular from the Crofts. I love the Crofts - all of them. I really think they're a great bunch. *sigh* I can only hope they feel similarly towards me. I like to think they do. ^_^
Anyways, though, I suppose I'm expected to have a deep though, and appropriotly enough, I do, save that it's completely unrelated to the Crofts.
A while back - a day, maybe two, hell for all I know it could've been a week ago, but that's not the point - one of the Anyoneofus Ladies, I believe Rachel, presented me with this thought: if you didn't like doing something, you wouldn't. She was refering in particularly to my thinking and talking at all hours of the night, and really she was right - I think I have a deep-seated desire not just to express myself, but to be understood. But that's not the topic for tonight.
Not as long ago as one may think, my mom was accustomed to hearing me say something alkong the lines of "I don't want to do it, but that doesn't mean I won't." This was typically in reference to washing dishes, or cleaning my room, or some other such drudgery which we all must suffer through. In any case, it reveals something about my nature, though being me, I'm not quite sure what.
Apparently, I seem to believe in doing things which one honestly dislikes, probably for the sake of some greater good. Now while some, including perhaps myself, could argue that on some level, to some extent, washing dishes, or cleaning a room, or doing homework, or the like can be enjoyable. Admittably, they do offer some sense of satisfaction, a feeling of accomplishment.
But does this subsequent sense of accomplishment really constitute a basis for the argument that one WANTS to do these things? I would say no. Even given this sense of satisfaction, I don't think any one could truely WANT to do something that fits this criteria. While I will not say that NO ONE likes washing dishes, I can say that for a person who arguably does not like doing them, in and of itself, would not choose to do them without some higher good in mind, sand as such it is simply a means - there is no true desire to do them, even though there may be a willingness to do them.
This of course presents one with a new observation, though really it seems self evident from the preceding argument. That is, that the will is sepparate from the desires; similarly, that you need not DESIRE something to WILL it, in a sense, and contra-wise, you need not will something simply because it is desired. I would assume that this is really quite self-evident. You can want chocolate cake but not take it, and you can chto do algebra homework even if you truely dislike it.
And so, though I suppose I really haven't progressed anywhere, I would have to answer Rachel that, no, there are times when I would do things I don't particularly want to, for some higher good. An example of this, Claire might remember, is my firm stand against abortion, and my answer to some of the more personal arguments brought against Pro-Lifers. But, for fear of depressing myself on such a good night, I shall forego an explaination for now. Perhaps another, darker time.
Tonight, Becky and Emily went through their weekly ritual of checking their mail, except that is time Becky got on before Emily. Obviously, they're trying to keep me on my toes. ^_^
Anyways, as per usual, I IMed Becky just t'say hi. She responded (!!!) by saying she couldn't talk, which really is more than I expected. The Croft girls, it seems, aren't much for chatting online. So I wrote her back and said "Ok, I'll see ya around" again, as per usual on the off chance I get a reply. This is typical of the Croft girls, and I really don't expect anything from them - I just like to IM them and say "hi", y'know, just t'let them know I'm thinking of them or some such.
Then Becky really made my night. She replyed again of all things, and said "Love ya lots." Heeeeee, like I said,m I'm a simple kinda guy, and I donno, that kinda meant alot to me. It's significant comming from most anyone, but in particular from the Crofts. I love the Crofts - all of them. I really think they're a great bunch. *sigh* I can only hope they feel similarly towards me. I like to think they do. ^_^
Anyways, though, I suppose I'm expected to have a deep though, and appropriotly enough, I do, save that it's completely unrelated to the Crofts.
A while back - a day, maybe two, hell for all I know it could've been a week ago, but that's not the point - one of the Anyoneofus Ladies, I believe Rachel, presented me with this thought: if you didn't like doing something, you wouldn't. She was refering in particularly to my thinking and talking at all hours of the night, and really she was right - I think I have a deep-seated desire not just to express myself, but to be understood. But that's not the topic for tonight.
Not as long ago as one may think, my mom was accustomed to hearing me say something alkong the lines of "I don't want to do it, but that doesn't mean I won't." This was typically in reference to washing dishes, or cleaning my room, or some other such drudgery which we all must suffer through. In any case, it reveals something about my nature, though being me, I'm not quite sure what.
Apparently, I seem to believe in doing things which one honestly dislikes, probably for the sake of some greater good. Now while some, including perhaps myself, could argue that on some level, to some extent, washing dishes, or cleaning a room, or doing homework, or the like can be enjoyable. Admittably, they do offer some sense of satisfaction, a feeling of accomplishment.
But does this subsequent sense of accomplishment really constitute a basis for the argument that one WANTS to do these things? I would say no. Even given this sense of satisfaction, I don't think any one could truely WANT to do something that fits this criteria. While I will not say that NO ONE likes washing dishes, I can say that for a person who arguably does not like doing them, in and of itself, would not choose to do them without some higher good in mind, sand as such it is simply a means - there is no true desire to do them, even though there may be a willingness to do them.
This of course presents one with a new observation, though really it seems self evident from the preceding argument. That is, that the will is sepparate from the desires; similarly, that you need not DESIRE something to WILL it, in a sense, and contra-wise, you need not will something simply because it is desired. I would assume that this is really quite self-evident. You can want chocolate cake but not take it, and you can chto do algebra homework even if you truely dislike it.
And so, though I suppose I really haven't progressed anywhere, I would have to answer Rachel that, no, there are times when I would do things I don't particularly want to, for some higher good. An example of this, Claire might remember, is my firm stand against abortion, and my answer to some of the more personal arguments brought against Pro-Lifers. But, for fear of depressing myself on such a good night, I shall forego an explaination for now. Perhaps another, darker time.
