I am doomed to a fate which is surpassingly spectacular. This fate is unavoidable (though I remain a free and responsible moral agent). Glory and joy in this world; either glory or oblivion in the next.
Victory!
Well, forgive me for mistaking “I am doomed to a fate which is surpassingly spectacular” for some sort of prophecy. Care to explain what you’re going on about?
Well, the state just seemed to have a sort of galactic solidity or permanence… like it could not be changed, and hardly even altered. I suppose it was a sort of emotional experience, so this thread might very well change forums.
Well, there is more. Originally I was going to post a 'Hey ‘Dopers, I got a huuuuge raise!’ thread. We’re not talking Rand Rover money here, but since by almost any standard I have always been poor, it is kind of a big deal to me. My weekly pay is now a month’s rent, plus more than enough left over to go to Vegas!
Not that I will be going to Vegas. Hmm, let’s see, the lease on this place isn’t up for some time, so I won’t be spending it on buying a property or renting something more fancy. At least not soon. And the kind of electric car I might like to buy just isn’t available yet. Hey kids! Who wants to go to college? Ha ha, I don’t have kids. Being poor has made me kind of a tightwad, and there is hardly anything I need as it is, so what I’ll be doing is mostly acquiring income in perpetuity. I’ve already started. So far the returns are laughable, but in time it could become pretty significant. Recession? What recession?
There’s more. How I got from this to ecstatic fatalism might be an interesting story. I didn’t want to start an “I’m cool” thread so much as a “yay!” one, and anyway if I need to be diagnosed this is probably the place, so I started with the crazy part.
No, I simply wouldn’t do that. I originally put this in GD because I thought it might be deemed witnessing. It isn’t religious, but I do wonder if I will be believed. I can give you the explanation, but it will all be personal anecdote which doesn’t really add up to a cite.
Now, did somebody give me a joint of medical marijuana? Why yes, yes they did. And I smoked it (a little bit anyway, the lion’s share is still sitting there). Then, on returning to the topic of my big raise, I realized that it is the newest of my blessings but not really the one I am the most excited about. Sure, I continue to find a number of current events absolutely infuriating, but my own personal life is going so very well that to me it amounts to a victory condition. More on that later (maybe) so I can stick to your question.
Yeah, I’m sure the joint influenced the topic into the realm of fatalism. For one thing, the people growing this stuff these days are not screwing around. It kind of knocked me off my rocker. But it eased my worries about the future. Things are going extremely well right now, but what if something happens? People get surprised by cancer all the time- no reason it couldn’t happen to me. Then what? Or some kind of accident- if I get seriously injured, wouldn’t that change everything? I suppose my biggest fear is that something nasty will happen to my health, which could cause everything else to fall apart. But guess what? If I really get that sick, I’ll be qualified for MMJ of my own!
I can clearly see why they give this stuff to people with anxiety. Cancer? Ha, no problem. Mortality? Ha, it is just the suffering that is to be concerned with, and apparently the solution to that is right there should I need it. So, my options appeared to be proceeding from where I am now with a life that I perceive as a kind of victory lap, or else… a sort of dopey hospice :smack: I suppose it is a little stupid and I got carried away, but I do remain unafraid of the horrible things that eventually befall us all in this mortal coil. Therefore, I am ‘doomed’ to a positive fate. Maybe ‘surpassingly spectacular’ is putting it a little strongly, but hey, I was stoned.
So there you go. True 'dope confessions. There is more, but now I am curious about your opinions on this, and also ‘doper’s views on the advisability/etiquette of crowing about the details how freakin’ great my life is going right now.