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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Frederick Smart who wrote (84771)	8/3/2000 7:45:24 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

Why exactly does Neo's description of putting bread on the table, raising their families, volunteering at their schools and churches, and paying their taxes exclude the possibility of living a life "pedal to the medal", or imply somehow a life lived in fear? I am finding this whole exchange perplexing and aggravating. As if a man who foregoes playing in a rock band because he believes it more important to sit in the bleachers and watch his son play Little League were choosing LESS? A man who remains in a job that pays well but leaves him creatively unfulfilled, because he has a tuition check to write each semester, or a nursing home to pay for, is a coward, for not pursuing his own self-interests? Pedal to the medal is an unfortunate choice of phrases, I think. It implies a certain disregard for the vehicles around one. It seems to me that living fully in a moment regardless of the circumstances- small or large- and avoiding the trappings of self-indulgent, emotional introspection is a far more mature and ultimately meaningful way of living. Too often, "Damn the torpedoes!" is interpreted as "The hell with others' needs. It is I-I-I who matters."

To: Frederick Smart who wrote (84771)	8/3/2000 10:02:13 PM
From: Rick Julian	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

Fred (if I may): When you first started posting, you really bugged me (especially when you'd start a sentence with "For. . .") Then I asked myself, "Why?" "Why does Fred bother me?" Well, I think it's because you're a little too much like me for comfort. I read your posts and a mirror (though fractured) is held up to me. (And to think all this time I thought people were rolling their eyes during my monologues because their contacts were irritated) You're not very practical, but then, for the most part, neither am I. And I kinda like that about us. The ethers are hard to stand on, but they sure do smell sweet. For such and such and such and such . . .