’m mostly indifferent, then afraid. Then I conform to whatever opinion is most useful for conversation.
I actually honestly don’t know if I like philosophy or why I’m doing it. That just makes a good response to questions.
I have absolutely no willpower when once i’m in my bed. (This came out completely wrong, I just meant to mean I can never wake up. I snooze like 300 times and wake up on avg. 4 hours after my designated alarm time)
Back on point 2. Recent conversations have told me that maybe philosophy IS the closest thing I have to a passion. At least I could talk or listen at length about it, and actually enjoy that conversation.
Sad realization of the late. I’m really not as smart as I thought I was (maybe when i was 14?). Despite my love for philosophy, majoring is constantly eating at my self-esteem, all that just for the fun it. I now know that I lack the aptitude for it. So to do what you love, or what you do well in? I became the person who chose what I love.
I start self-introductions with “I’m a really serious person.”
I think the toughest question to answer is “What’s your hobby?” I seriously don’t know how to answer this without sounding like a complete phony or awkward weirdo.
Right behind no. 7 is “what are we going to have for dinner?”
I live in Hong Kong. I moved here actually 1 year ago, but I was clinging on so hard to things back home that only since Sept this year, does it start to feel like home.
Every friday night is Nietzsche Night for me. It means I let myself go (a complete opposite of normal me) and enjoy the self-destruction I need in my life in order to survive everyday. The name was inspired by a Nietzsche lecture on the “Birth of Tragedy”. Till now, I’m not entirely sure the namesake’s what Nietzsche meant.