A mighty wizard named Ravate once walked the Winds of Time to find Lord Sheogorath. His intent was to win a favor from this most capricious of the Daedric Princes. Upon finding Sheogorath, Ravate spoke humbly to him, "Lord Sheogorath, I beg a favor of you. I would gladly drive a thousand men mad in your name if you would but grant me the greater magical powers."
Fortunately for Ravate, Sheogorath was in a playful mood. He proposed a game, "I will grant your wish, if you are still sane in three days. During that time, I will do my utmost to drive you mad. It shall be great fun."
Ravate was not so certain that he liked this new deal. He had been really looking forward to driving a thousand men mad. "Lord Sheogorath, I regret having disturbed you with my shallow, selfish request. I withdraw my unfortunate plea and will humbly leave this place."
Sheogorath just laughed, "Too late, mighty Ravate. The game is afoot, and you must play." Ravate fled, only to find that all exits from the Daedric realm were now sealed. He wandered aimlessly, constantly looking over his shoulder, jumping at every noise. Each moment brought new terror as he waited for Sheogorath to begin.
After three days, Ravate was convinced that every plant and animal was a tool of Sheogorath. He hadn't eaten or drunk for fear that Sheogorath had poisoned the food or drink. He hadn't slept for fear of Sheogorath invading his dreams. (Which was foolish, as dreams are the domain of Vaermina, may She grant us Restful Sleep.)
It was then that Sheogorath appeared to him. Ravate cried out, "You have set the whole world to watching me! Every creature and plant are doing your bidding to drive me mad."
Sheogorath replied, "Actually, I have done nothing. You have driven yourself mad with your fears. Your delusions prove that you are truly deranged, and therefore I win. While you wanted to make a thousand men mad, I only wanted to break one man's mind, yours."
From that day forward Ravate served Sheogorath's every whim. Whenever daring travelers try to approach Sheogorath, Ravate warns them, "Sheogorath is already inside each of us. You have already lost."
Fine, but at least tell me why you're calling me Tricky. Once I get back on after I go to sleep.
Honestly, I don't know. I'm still trying to find something that motivates me. All I know is that structure of any kind helps me. Restrictions on freedom are quite odd in that sense.
Night.
Poetic. We're not going to start raping the English language. Not everything we say is ambiguous. Not only would that make the very concept of ambiguous completely redundant and pointless, but it completely contradicts reality. Suggesting that you're going to meet up with your friends at six, head to Red Lobsters for food, hang out at so and so's house until twelve, and being home by one isn't ambiguous. It's a rather decent schedule of your planned affairs.
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You can tell you're mom what you plan to do at the mall, but s**t changes. Maybe the store you wanted to check out closed or maybe upon further reflection, on the way there, you decided against going to it.
Neither of which has anything to do with whether or not I've given an ambiguous answer. Whether or not an answer is ambiguous depends on how detailed it is, on how clear a picture it paints, not on whether or not it actually happens.
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I can't tell you want I'm going to do, because it'll probably be a lie.
So, essentially, you'd do just about nothing with all that freedom beyond what you do now?
Wow. You're living free, man.
By the way, I inferred so much because you sound exactly like I do. And I'm a clinically depressed ******** walking down absolutely no path whatsoever.
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I want to find a nice, well paying job. Nothing that special, just a job that earns me a modest living. If I could though, I'd like to learn glass blowing or get a job making cheese(I don't know why, I just like cheese(and unfortunately there aren't any opportunity around my area in either field)). I'd also like to get a pet, preferably a puppy rescued from a puppy mill. I'd spend my time doing a lot of reading, mostly about the same stuff I read about now(philosophy, religion, that sort of thing) unless my taste changes. I also plan on learning how to play bass guitar, the violin, and continue learning how to play the flute. I also plan on learning how to write/speak Latin, Greek, Icelandic, and maybe pick up Japanese again. I'll continue to write poetry and maybe get it published if anyone I know actually likes it, and I also want to start painting, since I have a lot of pictures in my head that I want to paint. Though right now, I'm a crappy painter.
I want to get a job that will simply get me out of my house. I then want to go on to college to study psychology, or possibly engineering science. I'd like to learn how to play the guitar, I'd like to possibly pick the trumpet back up, I'd like to even walk the earth with nothing but a crowbar, some cash, a medkit, and my wits. I'd like to do many things with my time, but in truth, I literally have no drive to do so. It's actually a struggle to put on my shoes, walk out of my house, and search for a job. It's troublesome to do actual research on local colleges and the fields I would actually think about studying. When I get up the nerve to actually walk out the door and try to take the train, I make excuses to keep myself at home. I literally sabotage myself at each and every turn.
That's not an answer. When my mother asks me what I plan to do at the mall, I tell her that I'm going to look for a job, or that I'm going to meet someone there, or that I'm going to buy something. I don't tell her that I'm going to do whatever the ******** I want. That's an ambiguous piece of s**t excuse to not actually take the damn time to think about what you would actually ******** do with your time.
I knew it. You have no actual clue what you would do with all that freedom. The best you could do without creating some sort of artificial structure for you to abide by would be to tell me that you'll sit around, eat food, sleep, go on the computer, and essentially live an existence where you do almost nothing despite this absolute freedom you've obtained.
Tried it, didn't work, no. Seeking nothing leads to freedom in its highest possible form, which then leads to a sense of purposelessness and, inevitably, a world-weary young lad who feels older than he is. Structure is much more important than you give it credit for.
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kan i haz sum fish?
Fine, but at least tell me why you're calling me Tricky. Once I get back on after I go to sleep.
Honestly, I don't know. I'm still trying to find something that motivates me. All I know is that structure of any kind helps me. Restrictions on freedom are quite odd in that sense.
Night.
Poetic. We're not going to start raping the English language. Not everything we say is ambiguous. Not only would that make the very concept of ambiguous completely redundant and pointless, but it completely contradicts reality. Suggesting that you're going to meet up with your friends at six, head to Red Lobsters for food, hang out at so and so's house until twelve, and being home by one isn't ambiguous. It's a rather decent schedule of your planned affairs.
Neither of which has anything to do with whether or not I've given an ambiguous answer. Whether or not an answer is ambiguous depends on how detailed it is, on how clear a picture it paints, not on whether or not it actually happens.
So, essentially, you'd do just about nothing with all that freedom beyond what you do now?
Wow. You're living free, man.
By the way, I inferred so much because you sound exactly like I do. And I'm a clinically depressed ******** walking down absolutely no path whatsoever.
I want to get a job that will simply get me out of my house. I then want to go on to college to study psychology, or possibly engineering science. I'd like to learn how to play the guitar, I'd like to possibly pick the trumpet back up, I'd like to even walk the earth with nothing but a crowbar, some cash, a medkit, and my wits. I'd like to do many things with my time, but in truth, I literally have no drive to do so. It's actually a struggle to put on my shoes, walk out of my house, and search for a job. It's troublesome to do actual research on local colleges and the fields I would actually think about studying. When I get up the nerve to actually walk out the door and try to take the train, I make excuses to keep myself at home. I literally sabotage myself at each and every turn.
Does that sound anything at all like you?
That's not an answer. When my mother asks me what I plan to do at the mall, I tell her that I'm going to look for a job, or that I'm going to meet someone there, or that I'm going to buy something. I don't tell her that I'm going to do whatever the ******** I want. That's an ambiguous piece of s**t excuse to not actually take the damn time to think about what you would actually ******** do with your time.
Answer the question.
Then try answering my question this time. What would you do with all that freedom?
I knew it. You have no actual clue what you would do with all that freedom. The best you could do without creating some sort of artificial structure for you to abide by would be to tell me that you'll sit around, eat food, sleep, go on the computer, and essentially live an existence where you do almost nothing despite this absolute freedom you've obtained.
And you say that I'm the one a few steps behind.
Let's see if I get a real answer without any guidance. What do you plan to do with all that freedom?
Tried it, didn't work, no. Seeking nothing leads to freedom in its highest possible form, which then leads to a sense of purposelessness and, inevitably, a world-weary young lad who feels older than he is. Structure is much more important than you give it credit for.
Only by seeking the impossible do we ever push the boundaries of our reality and ourselves.
Come to think of it, I might not have been clear in the beginning. Absolute understanding is exactly what I seek.