Showing posts with label biological kin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label biological kin. Show all posts

Sunday, August 17, 2008

271. The Most Horrendous and Tragic Epiphany of My Life

I have come to formulate the most tragic epiphany of my life: that the central organizing principle (central frame of reference) of the human mind revolves around two elements: survival and replication. Barebone desperation, and the process of seeking and convincing the kin-trust of another random human. The structure of human brains did not evolve to survive in the ecological condition of a mega-university. Intellectual byproduct (e.g. journal article publications) is just a consequence and condition of the former process: co-existence with another human of the opposite sex.

I have come to master the survival protocols, but I find this whole other element of mental organization to be truly tragic. For all these years, I have painted this image of individualism and self-sufficiency and independence, only to now acknowledge this state of the need to "mentally latch onto at all strings and scales" with another human, lete alone with a meaningful "tribe" of humans. I have come to realize through my experiences at UC Santa Barbara that I have come to mentally and emotionally attach to my "intellectual kin" much more than much of my "biologial kin."

I am still in denial of this dire epiphany (like the religiously devout who preach daily on Absolutism and are in denial that Religion Evolves). Ever since I met a great friend who is a guy, my writing and art started to flow again. I started to function again in a holistic sense. Move on with my systematic progression in life. And I am rationally pissed off about it, though I am going to have to succumb to and accept the mammalian and reptilian properties of my brain. There are some elements of my mind I cannot scoop out. There are some things I cannot change and must accept.

Dxmmit.

No wonder a small handful of intellects I look up to have asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend?" And in the deeper past have stuttered, "No." Like I am an All-American Cultural Sinner. Go join the QuirkyAlone Club in San Francisco!