Alvin's Easel

Rodin's The Thinker courtesy of Wikipedia.org

[If someone happen to found spelling error please correct me.]

The Thinker

I just got commented that I think too much. For that reason I put this picture of sculpture by Rodin’s titled The Thinker.

I actually know this sculpture from an anime, Yakitate Japan and from Night at The Museum 2  I recently watch.

Thinking! The virtue of humanity, how can we seperate ourselves from thinking. The difference is how hard we think. It does matter because thinking too much we become paranoid and thinking too little we become ignorance.

Weird Me

Me personally, love to question things that shouldn’t be questioned, to think things that shouldn’t be thinked and give opinion on things that shouldn’t be given opinion. I really love to do those stuff, naturally.

One of the question I always ask, why on earth am I so different from other? Actually I don’t care about the difference but I do care about the oddity of myself compare to other. Why am I so weird? The notion of asking these questions itself is already absurd.

Most of people does not bother to think about petty things like this but…as I said…I am weird…I keep thinking about it. Then what I do is observing my environment and evaluate accordingly. Read a little bit of here and there for example Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, one of my favourite.

Our differences!

I start with morality. But I would like to forewarn that all these are just my thinking inside my own personal mind. Morality is relative. Morally good for other could be morally bad for another party. Same goes with ethics, religion and other bases principles.

I move on to happiness. What is define by happiness? Is happiness a destination or happiness is just a journey? What is enjoying life means? How do someone enjoy his or her life? Again, it is indeed in my point of view relative. For example, some peoples would fully enjoyed by travelling the world every week but on the other hand some people really enjoying their life staying at home doing cleaning and chore. What I am implying is we don’t know what other people is thinking. We cannot assume that everybody else is similar to us. Actually we shouldn’t!

For that reason I am weird. Because most of the things people don’t usually do I do. I also do what people usually do but most of people don’t do what I usually do.(It get complicated most of the time, so don’t worry, get used to it.) My definition of so many concepts in life is by far always different of everybody else. How I view the world is different. The epistemology, school of thought, the ideology, how I accept things, how I reject things, they always different. Or at least I will try to make it different.

Being Different

Maybe I love being different but at the same time hate the feeling of being different. I do judge people occasionally, as often as I judge myself. I do express my opinion which usually radical in nature.I do criticize. I do complain. I do lot of things that most of people do.

But one thing I am sure of…I never claim that I really know anybody I “know”. Because when I thought I know I actually know nothing. I just make fool of myself. I just put so many assumption into the equation. I just judging using a skewed measurement. The best thing is that I also never claim that I know myself. I always think of my own self as a mysterious person who still need a lot to be studied. I learn about myself by observing others. I learn about others by observing what I naturally do. Do guessing here and there, asumption here and there. But the study is never exhaustive. It is continous because I know that I am changing as well as surrounding.

Unnecessary!

However when another person start to judge me…although I know I am weirdo, I start to feel uncomfortable. Because they start to make unnecessary assumption. Too many! Weirdo also has its limit. I am not weird in all ways.

Acceptance

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. I already went through the circle few times. Now I accept that I am weird….