|Writer's Block: No place like home
||[14 Jul 2010|05:25pm]
What are five things you love about where you live and five things that you hate? How does it compare to previous places you've lived?
I live in Seattle, WA.
5 things I love:
- proximity to and view of mountains, water, parks and city from my home
- the freaks (good people-watching in Seattle)
- interesting wildlife around here, especially marine species
- the diverse, independently-owned restaurants and shops
- the laid-back half of the population here, with overgrown gardens and brightly-colored homes
5 things I hate:
- the roads and drivers, who are generally way too slow and oblivious
- "the Seattle freeze" (natives aren't very friendly or open to outsiders... it's tough to make good friends here, with the exception of other transplants)
- it's not very racially/culturally/socioeconomically diverse here
- the uptight half of the population, who strike me as comically PC, pretentious and judgemental
- you can't get cheese fries out here!
Kinda joking on that last one, although I do sometimes crave cheese friends (nasty as they are). I grew up in the south suburbs of Chicago and I generally find Seattle to have a more "live and let live" atmosphere. Fewer churches, less tradition. Definitely more concerned with conservation and ecology. You wouldn't find Seafair pirates, naked bikeriders or giant troll statues in Chicago. I'd say downtown Chicago is both classier and darker than Seattle, and bigger. Seattle is scruffier, smaller, and more self-concerned.
||[23 Jun 2009|07:11pm]
Life is pretty good. I can tell it's good because I'm starting to question things. It's unfortunate that the only ways I can tell I'm really happy are usually:
a) I get bored or
b) I find major issues to analyze and overanalyze*
*such as the significance/ethics of my line of work or the possibility of letting my mother down
So it's possible I don't quite know how to be happy. When there's nothing causing me distress, I create new problems. Or maybe I'm just the kind of person who needs to keep on growing/learning in some way, even if that manifests itself in roundabout thought processes. Maybe that makes me happy, in a manner of speaking.
Is "happiness" joy? Or is it harmony? Everything in its place including myself? I remember some natural philosophy book I read in college kept calling animals and birds "happy" and I found it so charming and silly at first glance. But after talking to my professor about it, I understood that the meaning of happy is different in philosophy-speak. Birds are happy when they're in their nests because that's where they are meant to be. Wolves are happy when they hunt. I am happy when I'm overanalyzing things because that's the way my mind likes to work.