More Philosophical Ramblings

Whenever I feel like doing philosophy-type stuff, I’m going to use this title. And I know I’m stealing this from myself (is that even possible?), but I love the title. So this post is going to be in three parts: My day, philosophical ramblings, and comment replying. Something tells me this is going to be a long post.

I woke up, and went to read. I haven’t done that in ages, waking up and reading. It’s refreshing. Then, after my brother got up, we grabbed breakfast, and then both did a Sudoku puzzle in the newspaper. Why? Why not? I then read and went on my laptop for a bit. Then Poppa asked me to get photos from his mobile onto his computer. After 30 minutes of installing, reading and re-reading manuals, and finding USB ports, it turned out that that the operating system was ‘incompatible’ with his phone. Bloody hell. Then we had lunch, and did something very interesting. Poppa had ordered for a tree to be cut down, so we went outside to watch it. They couldn’t cut it down in one go, because it was sandwiched between his house and the neighbour’s house, so they had to bring in this machine. It’s hard to explain, but it consists of treads, four extendable legs, and one long extendable arm. It drove to the place it needed to be, then extended the four legs so they all touched the ground, for support. Then (and this is the awesome part), the legs lifted the whole thing off the ground. The arm then extended upwards, with the operator inside, to get to the tree. The operator then took out his chainsaw, and just started chopping off branches. After he'd cut off at least 20 or so branches, a second truck turned up. This one was a chipper. Someone else then started lugging branches and logs to the chipper. Anything put in it was promptly consumed by the machine and pulverised, spurting out wood chips out the other end into the back of the truck. I saw a log about 7 or 8 cm, put into the chipper, which then swallowed it up without so much as slowing down. Over the space of about 45 minutes, the tree was destroyed. All it is now is a stump 3 cm off the ground. After all that, we went up to the shops, to look for something to buy. We went looking for books, but I couldn't find anything. We then had a look at the games, and the same thing happened, though my brother found a game. When we got back to my grandparents' place, we were almost immediately picked up. When we got home, I went on my laptop almost straight away (internet, how I missed you), and here I am, listening to music, talking on MSN, and blogging of course.

Now to philosophical ramblings. I was reading something, and it got me thinking about a conversation I had once with a friend about the difference between 'me' and 'I'. In short, 'me' is what the world thinks you are, and 'I' is who you really are. In their words. I'll talk about 'me' for a bit. Reading, getting good in tests, and being completely unsocial. That young kid. Now who am 'I'? If you read my blog, you probably have a fair idea. You can't express a person in a few words. But the thing is, most people I know don't really know who 'I' am. This annoys me. Sometimes I just wish people would know who 'I' am. If once in a while, people would stop and at least try to empathise, everything would be so much better.

Wow. That wasn't much. But it felt like a lot. Anyway. To comments. 5, from 4 people. But, that's pretty good.
*Victor: I hate mental blanks. They're so... something.
*Ebony: I love old money, and different money in general. I've got money from Thailand, China, Switzerland, America and France, to name a few, as well as some differently printed coins in general. Old newspapers are also really good, they're like a trip through history.
*Rosa: I'm as shocked as you are. And that storm was really freaky, though we got the worst of it here. Almost here literally, since there was lightning in my suburb. And I am going to have to remember that ebuddy thing: something tells me that will come in very handily.
*Victor: I actually used to collect postcards. Don't ask me why, I just did. And I know exactly what you mean by that wonder/nostalgia thing. Our garage also used to be a lot like that, but we cleaned it out. Got rid of a whole heap of stuff.
*Karen: That was a lot of fun, though you're right, it did get a bit boring after a while. And it is really exciting, in a way, to go through some old stuff, even if it's your own. You can practically see the memories.

Well, that wraps it up for me. I still haven't got to my book; I'll do that tomorrow. This I promise myself.

This post took me over 90 minutes,
AB