Thursday, August 20, 2009

Pent Up Frustration

So I work with a residential theater company over the summer this year. I get to live on Cape Cod, and I get fed for free, but make very little money.

I'm on the set crew, building sets and scenery for nine shows in ten weeks. Very stressful job. I'm also really big on carrying around my own tools, and I like to be ready for everything. I just found out today, that somebody bent the shaft of my $200 drill. This doesn't quite render it useless, but it's a very annoying little problem that I would never have if I hadn't shared my tools with everyone. If I were to ask who dropped it, nobody would fess up. If I asked for reimbursement, I would receive none.

Some times you need to think about it before you decide to be nice.

Will people appreciate it? Will people respect it? Will people return the favor?

The answer to all three is probably "no," so don't be nice if it does nothing but cause problems for you.

The Meaning of Life

So as I lay on the couch, trying to sit through a splitting headache, with people having sex in my room, I ponder the meaning of life... or at least the value of it.

Most (educated) people believe that time stretches on to infinity in both directions, right?
Well I then think to the laws of conservation of mass and energy.
Together, these theories form the basis for my theory that all of the matter and energy must form and reform every possible combination, infinite times.

Still with me?

Well if you still agree with me, think about this:
The concept of infinity then dictates that every single thing we have ever done, will ever do, or are currently doing will be repeated over and over again endlessly. Everything that you have ever done has been done before by a perfect copy of yourself.

If you believe that the universe extends in every direction to infinity, then you also need to accept the fact that there are also infinite instance of yourself out there, having the same thoughts and making the same decisions as you.

If you've ever heard the theory that there is a different universe for every single choice made, you might think of this. Every single world where you decided to blink just now, or not has happened before, infinite times. In some past instances of yourself, you decide to stand up, do three cartwheels, then sit back down. However, the chance that you would do that is far less than the chance of you staying seated, and reading the rest of this post. For every single choice, there is an absolute chance of its occurrence, but doing cartwheels is also infinitely less likely than staying seated.

I conclude that if the aforementioned theories of existentialism are true, there is no meaning of life, but to be a sheep in the never ending cycle that is the universe.

I may come back to this topic, but my headache finally went away, and I need to sleep for work tomorrow.