I’ve been to Philosophy-Route in Kyoto. Imagine what. Just fairly wilding road beside small river. There would be trivial story, which some authentic philosopher from Kyoto used to amble this way, I don’t know. I don’t feel like asking for google, either.Te-he. Okay. It’s known as effective activity when you would like to brood in something to amble since the era of ancient China or 17th’s Europe. Yes, come to think of it, I used to amble around inside of my room when I was a teenager to imagine something like fairy tale. Even now, it makes me feel calm down to walk for city centre, taking train. Driving my car does, too. We say in Japanese “blood flows his vain maddeningly slow”as a metaphor of that he isn’t clever, there’s undoubtedly close correlation between brood and blood, believe or not. I can observe various types of people especially in city centre. Philosophy begins from observation. Jane Austein wrote her novels with lots of her scribble notes, on which she wrote something she got from that observations. Still, I usually don’t think that high-class thing worth a call “philosophy”. I do practical trivia, observing people flow. At the first stage, I’ve grown to like to watch lady’s ornaments. Secondly, I can learn from fashionable guys – I can hardly find these days, though. I put my eyes on especially simple one after all. Simple therefore sophisticated. You got a picture. In Japan, tons of guys like high school kids thanks to their uniform – urban Japanese schools sell their own uniform, and we have to wear that under an unwritten rule so some girls decide their school not by school slogan or else but because a particular school uniform is good looking. As you can see, I thought worthwhile thing as philosophy, today. I also broom on the reason why I haven’t got a girlfriend for a year. Well, first of all, now I’m not avarice toward where boys and girls concerns. At my working place, everyguy gives me this preaching “we guys are s’pposed to womanize with gusto” , though I’m modest side. Not that I’m shy. Whenever I go to shop for girls outfitting with my younger sister, I make a small talk with clarks while she is in fitting room. In Starbucks, or in Chinese restaurant, it’s the same with that way. I’m talkative unless they aren’t harmless. Berber who’s been fond with me since when I was 11 said that I was good and unique person but not the one as boyfriend. It’ll be more or less the same to others. Do I have to be horny enough? Dunno. Well, it’s okay. C’est la vie.
Posted on: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 12:56:08 +0000
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