existentialism representationalism and OBES

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Out-of-body_experiences

today i had an out of body experience. i saw myself as others would see me and i realized that i am a stranger to everybody but myself. no one knows me. i'm just another human being. i looked at myself and i didn't know her. i felt empty and still. i felt no emotions at all. i just had my sight. i was rooted to the spot, staring ahead at this unknown person.

it made me think. i decided to research it, to see if this happened to other people as well. apparently one in ten people have an OBE at one point in their life.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Representationalism

one thing lead to another, a read the 'see also's. there were alot of philosiphers who have had these experiences. i read about these philosophies that i had half thought about and figured before i even knew these existed. it almost gives me hope

and makes me feel nostalgic or...[i wish my vocabulary was larger; i could describe it better] i dont know. not alone. its a good feeling.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Existentialism

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teardas

this is the reason i broke up with him in the first place. because it was so much stress and it just seemed hopeless. i know that's a harsh word but its true. he's got so much on his plate and i dont want any more on mine. i have my own set of worries i need to take care of. but i cant just turn him away. the way he opened up to me...it litteraly moved me to tears. i feel his dispair, his depression. he has nothing. but i dont want him to have no one too. at the moment i feel thats all i can do; give him the comfort of knowing that i'm here for him, that he has me. contrairy to his beleifs he hasnt lost me. if he really had, i wouldnt have seen him yestrerday, or tuesday, or any times before that. we wouldnt have acted or talked the way we did if he'd truley lost me. his words stung because i felt his pain through them. his feelings soaking the words and turning them a different colour. i never told him to get the fuck out of my life, but it hurt to know thats how he fe

I wish I could

I'm a moon person too. But I'm too caught up in my petty securities and routines to wander the streets at night

neighborhood nights

I feel like somewhere along my life there was a shift. Suddenly nothing was for fun any more, it was all necessary. Suddenly I'm bothering with what others think, afraid to link any connotations I deem negative to my being. Why do I care what people I've never met, who'll forget they ever saw me, think of me; this obscure stranger in their peripherals. It's a warped sense of mind and place, seeing the space around me in my mind's made up ways. So I stray away from everyone, isolating myself unwittingly, turning them against me. Self fulfilling prophecies, I succeed in creating this reality. I need to break free from my mind's mentalities, with which negativity has propelled me. So I've started a new sport. I call it neighborhood night dancing. Donning headphones and heading out alone to the empty streets as the city sleeps, and moving to the beat. Letting it compel me towards a freedom long gone missing. Letting go is an art. Complete release is a tough

rude awakenings

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