tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892408944185714254.post2954670531056221046..comments2013-05-20T10:40:41.527-05:00Comments on Partist: A Hypochondriac Diagnosis, Part IZarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18433206851309622496noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892408944185714254.post-15544884464196186562012-03-27T12:07:54.214-05:002012-03-27T12:07:54.214-05:00Tom, dammit, you are correct! There are days when ...Tom, dammit, you are correct! There are days when I truly know the only relief I will ever get from this "existential dread" is the feeling I get after releasing it onto paper. I will never know and I will never be comfortable in not knowing, and I will never be able to grasp onto any concept that claims to know.<br /><br />I guess I will just continue to vomit onto a page. That, and listen to this amazing podcast called Cognitive Dissonance...Zarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18433206851309622496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5892408944185714254.post-24243787608412731872012-03-27T12:00:28.960-05:002012-03-27T12:00:28.960-05:00Wonderful, though I doubt that belief would ease y...Wonderful, though I doubt that belief would ease your anxiety. You can't choose to believe something without doubt. You either believe it because it is rationally true, or you believe it because it feels somehow right, like it explains the world in a way nothing else does. I don't think you can anymore choose to believe something than you can choose to grow a new head, and knowing you, you'd only agonize over what to believe, how much, if you chose properly, etc. Fuck that. Do what you are doing here. Embrace your eccentricities as defining and characteristic of the uniqueness of your self.Tomhttp://www.contentendunderpressure.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com