Ranteaters

Economics is huge to me.

Hmm.

Oftentimes, in school or whatever, questions overwhelm me.

For instance, on my physics homework, frequently when I first read a question, I open my eyes all the way (I'm told my eyes are always half shut and this sometimes makes me look high) and try to consider every possible set of physical laws that could apply to the situation. So this means I must consider every universe, and what the heck that is even supposed to mean, is there a uniqueness proof or something that guarantees our universe is the solution and what? Then I worry briefly about whether or not I'm intelligent, whether or not I'll be able to make it, whether should I drop out of school and pursue my dreams? What will my dad say? Then I bob back with the thoughts about how stupid I've found other people to be and that relatively speaking I'll do ok, and I'll my classes are graded on a curve which is good and bad and nah nah nah. And then I remember I just read a chapter talking specifically about certain applications and derivations of laws governing this universe, which is the same one my professor exists in and has learned about and is only expecting me to consider the problem in light of these assumptions.

There are 4 forces in our universe we know of. I have studied two a fair amount. There are laws of mathematics that hold in the realm of our physical universe and I have studied these a fair amount. Enough to satisfy the meager demands of my professor. These are the steps of babes.

This post started with my desire to express my view of the significance of an individual's economic perspective. Immediately, however, and this happens all the time (as I was just relating), I got stuck. I am overwhelmed. What the heck do I mean by economics? And boy, I mean a lot. I have almost despaired of trying to explain to you my thoughts on this. This is heavy.

Usually, and many of you have experienced this, I simply talk to someone at length and attempt to simultaneously order my thoughts. Usually recapping and refining as a I go. This I find satisfying. There is typically something I need to convey about my thoughts that are most easily expressed through tone and other things communicated through speech. Although, my tongue readily stumbles when I ask too much of it.

I guess, after sitting and thinking about this for a bit...

When I refer to one's view of economics, it generally is the idea of man's work. So there's a ton to be said about motivational analysis and community and obligation. So it's pretty heavy stuff.

I don't profess consistency between my ideas and my behavior; I don't profess coherency between my thoughts and my ideas.

Sometimes, when I read others' words, these grotesque analogies and examples they use stick out grotesquely. My mind creates invisible wiggly red lines under their pathetic explanations for their views. Squiggly lines that do not indicate spelling errors, but thought errrors. I then, of course, want to rant against them. Then I think about others who rant against others and how I'm usually a half fan and think they're reactionary. Also, if I were to rant against the intial offender and their terrible thinking, I must also beware of my own invisible red squiggly lines under my text. How dreadful.

The idea of dealing comprehensively with anything pretty much necessitates dealing with everything ever. Right? I don't see how much of anything can be wholly separated from much of anything. I spent 20 minutes considering why some cute girl walking along ring road would choose to smoke a cigarette. Ultimately I concluded that all I knew was that she is in fact a cute girl and that, most likely, this has been observed by tons of males and that their desire for her is in no way less classy or sophisticated than mine.

There is this great divide in my life! I enjoy making decisions and taking pragmatic action and solving problems with pace (which is a soccer player's way of saying quickly). I am expert optimizer! If I'm given two things to compare, I'll do it and I'll give a preference, it may be slight or it may be severe. I don't love every problem and I don't only love solving problems. While I am polydimensional here, I do not claim to be n-dimensional. The trouble with all of this is that if you ask me what ought and I'll sit in a corner and cry without tears.

The secret things of God are His. --Deuteronomy

Incidentally, I am voting this November in the election held in the US of A.

Am genuinely excited about reading the props for the first time within the booth, standing there for a good fifteen minutes, and then voting Yes or voting No. As for presidente americana, meh.

I like emotions I have that I consider classifying as patriotic.

Also, I'm not sure if South Africa is really even a country.