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title: Kartoffelpuffer ftw
date: 2012-06-11
techne: :done
episteme: :log
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Couldn't think.

Woke up,  
couldn't be anyone,  
couldn't get stuff done,  
couldn't think.

Didn't matter  
because bad feels  
don't make my decisions.

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A [wise man][stop being sad] once said, "when I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead". I found that running through rain and mud works too.

(And taking blurry Instagram pictures. And fancy-as-fuck horizontal lines.)

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So practice! (Besides running 8km through the forest. It's so unfair that two hours of getting dirty is worth 300 points on Fitocracy, but I'm-getting-a-heart-attack-for-reals burpee sessions are only 100, and my-arms-are-killing-me push-ups maybe 20. Stupid paleo ancestors who didn't leave with me any strength.)

Did some meditation because even though I never feel like it affects me, doing just a 10 minute session of just-sitting-and-letting-the-tension-dissolve precedes my most productive days. So I'm doing that again.

I'm a bit disappointed that I don't have the hardcore vipassana "gotta attain some serious goals" attitude anymore. It just... seems so irrelevant. I'm happy, I'm having fun, I already have more projects that I can handle, what do I need some formless jhana for?

But then, that's kinda the point, isn't it? Before enlightenment, stare at walls; after enlightenment, eat pizza. (Or however that koan goes.)

Unfortunately, shedding the goal-oriented attitude makes it harder to log. Just sitting for a while and breathing, not knowing if it was 10 minutes or an hour, doesn't suit my timetracking software.

Suits me, though.

The Hacker will have to modify it soon.

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Another casualty of being happy is that I can't write for shit. Or rather, I have lots of drafts, but I just can't really approach them, and I'm actually too busy not being an idiot and doing stuff.

Which is especially bad when your message is "don't be an idiot and do stuff".

Or as [the song][Doesn't Have To Be This Way] goes[^song]:

> You're at your best with an ache in your chest  
> and that worn out old song that you play.

[^song]:
    <% skip do %>
    Of course, it also goes:

    > Sometimes I wonder where you're coming from  
    > when you roll in like thunder just to turn around and run...  
    > it's a good thing I don't need you to stay.  
    >
    > You smell like moonlight in early morning rain;  
    > pray tell a fool might surrender to your pain  
    > or find a cure for your decay.  

    Which is why it is a great song.
    <% end %>

I also tried writing a rant against misanthropy and being grumpy, and how "believe in the truth or be happy" is a nonsensical false dichotomy, and how pessimism is a glorification of your lack of skill, and other stuff, but you know, that's too self-refuting for my taste.

However, [the old Buddhists][Monks Are Awesome] could pull it off, I thought, so it *should* be possible... What can I use *besides* a rant to do a rant?

Snark!

So I wrote [three short dialogues][Against Pessimism]. So sophisticated![^sophisticated]

[^sophisticated]: I disproportionately enjoyed making those videos. In my future cult, all philosophical arguments will have to be in the form of short flash videos.

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More practice.

I'm getting a *lot* of mileage out of "if you want to be a person that does X, *you better do X*".

There's the obvious moral dimension where you realize that if you want to be a person that does the right thing even under bad circumstances, and then those circumstances come along, you better not chicken out now but stand by your morals.

And there's decision theory where you understand that "I wish I could've precommitted to do X, so I could now easily do X!" is a bullshit complaint because you can always just act *as if* you always retro-actively precommit. Post-pre-commit, if you want. You don't need a causal excuse for being a certain kind of agent. You can just be it.

But finally, it crops up *everywhere* when I don't want something. I'm like, ugh, I wish I could write this short rant about pessimism, but I just don't feel like typing or thinking. I wish I were the kind of person who could just sit down and write!

*Wait a minute.*

I can just *be* the kind of person who sits down and writes. So I *decide*, out of pure spite if necessary, that I'm not going to believe that I can't do it.

Alright, so here's the part where it gets tricky. (At least I didn't get this right until very recently.)

It's not about wishful thinking or making yourself believe something. Rather the opposite. It's about realizing an emptiness, a *lack* of necessary belief.

It's about realizing that there's no reason *to* believe that "I can't write this because I'm tired". Sure, I may feel tired. It doesn't logically follow that *therefore* I can't write. Or that *therefore* I will stay tired. Or that *therefore* I can't do something about it. The automatic reaction is simply not justified.

So I shed it, and go back to an empty mind. And then it's easy to see that to be the kind of person who relaxes and regenerates by writing, *I better write when tired*.

So I do, and feel refreshed.

Fucking magic.
