tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607015072770009682024-02-08T04:19:50.699-08:00My LaviathanThis blog is just some questions I have about myself and about society. This inspiration for this blog comes from the famous book by Thomas Hobbes called "The Leviathan". Although I don't agree with everything in it, I find his points to be interesting. This blog is not a bunch of crazy hippy or extremist beliefs. Just trying to answer the question of why I am who I am. Maybe this blog can help you figure out that question for yourself.Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13243856816730329825noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060701507277000968.post-48990906640238004292011-01-24T10:13:00.000-08:002011-01-24T10:13:48.297-08:00I wanted those breadsticks..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What makes people so stupid? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I mean really... there is no sense in half of the things people do...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I personally do stupid things when I have to make quick choices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"would you like some more bread sticks?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"no thank you...."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*free bread stick lady walks off* </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"WHY DID I SAY NO!?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Other times I believe its just laziness...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like righ now for example</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've been typing on my comuter for a few hours now and im at a rocking table..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it keeps wiggling and getting on my nerves... there are two other tables in this room...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but Im too lazy to get up and move... :(</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What about the miscelaneous stupidity?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">like when moms have babies riding around in the front seat of the car?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">or when people turn their buggies sideways in stores so nobody can gracefully get past them...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or the people at restaurants that wait until they get up to the register to decide what they want with a whole line of people behind them??</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or people who choose NOT to punch their kids in the face when they are acting like demons in walmart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okay, maybe the last example was a bit harsh.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but the point is made.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not sure why I decided to write on this topic...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe because I was at school 30 minutes early and still was late because my college decided it would be super hillarious to have half as much parking space than is needed...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe because I'm procrastinating the English paper I should be writting right now..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Either way... This is my topic. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Back to my question... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why are people stupid?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Post your opinion... even though I have about -4 followers...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">maybe I'll pick up some more. :)</span></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13243856816730329825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060701507277000968.post-972942196333410812011-01-19T15:19:00.000-08:002011-01-19T15:19:29.923-08:00The Beginning<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>January 19, 2011</strong></span></div><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></strong></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>So, today’s lecture was based primarily on society’s “Leviathan”. The Leviathan is supposed to be representation of sovereignty. I suppose in society that Leviathan would, of course, be government, media, and upper class society. A good point was brought up today. Figuring out yourself and figuring out society is all the same thing. So, I have an idea what society’s Leviathan is, but what is my Leviathan? Who or what controls me and keeps me in order. Is it myself? Perhaps it is my parents? </strong></span></div><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></strong></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Another thing that stuck with me is that instead of saying “because it’s wrong”, “because it’s not allowed”, or “because it’s against the law”, the teacher said “that’s not who I am.”</strong></span></div><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></strong></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“That’s not who I am.” That’s probably the greatest quote ever. Who can argue with that? Sure you can say “It’s against the rules.” But if someone still asks why, you can’t go past that. However there is one problem of saying, “that’s not who I am.” If some asks, “well, who are you?” you have to be able to answer it. </strong></span></div><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></strong></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Do I really know who I am? I can say that I am a white female in college. I can tell you the things I like and I don’t like. I can tell you where I like to go and what I like to eat. But, is that really telling you who I am? Do I only go as deep as my hobbies? Why do I do good things? Is it because my parents say so? Why do I do bad things? Is that because my parents don’t want me to? Why do I have the morals I have? Is it because God said so? Or is it because the preacher said so? All of these questions go through my mind when I ask the question of who am I. </strong></span></div><span style="color: black;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></strong></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Perhaps this Sociology class can help me figure these questions out. Why do I hate, or love, and why can I be independent single, but I’m always so codependent in relationships? Whatever the answers are I’m sure they are out there somewhere. </strong></span></div><span style="color: black;"><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></strong></span>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13243856816730329825noreply@blogger.com0