When does the philosophizing mood come out in you?

Usually when I am trying to rationalize bad thongs happening.

It’s not a mood, it’s just always there. After the thinking? Then I think life is equally shitty and awesome.

Pretty much all the time. There are some rare days when I do not feel philosophical at all, and there are slightly more frequent days when I wish I wasn’t feeling philosophical, but it’s what drives me on most days. I find it satisfying enough that I decided to do it for a living, despite the days when I wish I could just turn it off.

It is 24/7 for me. But it will be most intense when driving or in the great outdoors.

I don’t know if I would consider myself philosophical. I am interested in different theories about human existence but not so concerned with forming one of my own. I think about the meaning of life but don’t feel a need to come up with the ultimate answer. There is always new data coming in! So I want to be open-minded. I am very analytical though. By that, I mean that I like to turn things over and around in my head a lot, question sources, seek out further info on things I am curious about and try to figure out just what makes people tick and why they do the things they do. I consider that as being some sort of armchair anthropologist rather than a philosopher. When things get too abstract for me my head starts to hurt!

It’s always there lurking in the background.

I’m perpetually stewing in the philosophical. I’d like to stop, however. Frequenting Fluther isn’t helping, however.

Not a day goes by that I cannot find something to philosophize about, from a psychological and spiritual perspective.

I had a ‘shadow’ moment this morning, wanted to kill my new cat that is beating up my old one. I accepted this, and let it pass, amidst visions of whacking it against a wall. lolol I would never do that, but, I thought of it for a brief moment in time haha

I don’t think it ever leaves.

It’s either right on the surface or just below it, ready to break out at the merest scratch.

When I’m drinking.

My mind is a great cesspool and my philosophisin’ just kinda bubbles to the surface willy nilly.

Only when I’m breathing.

Never.

Philosophy is like poetry. It sounds brilliant until you realize that just about anybody can do it.

an before you start, the above is an observation . . .

@Blondesjon Lol…Yeah, like, “So…why do they call it a love seat?.....There has to be some underlying notion, that smaller furniture must be occupied by two people in a loving relationship…..What can we deduce from this expectancy…..?”

@Blondesjon Just about anybody can do it, but not just about anybody can do it well.

Again, the same as poetry—or drinking.

Seelix funny, you made me remember, smoking pot, damn, nothing makes me more philosophical. Unfortunately I can never remember any of my great insights the next day.

A few days ago, my daughter, age 15, was asking what existentialism was. I ended up telling the story of my first practical lesson in existentialism, and the story about my first paper on existentialism, at the age of 15, when I first came out as an atheist.

I have often pondered the meaning of life, but since I’ve figured it out, I don’t think about it much any more. I mean, I knew what it was way back when, except I didn’t know I knew.

Later on in life I realized that I had known it for a very long time, but couldn’t believe it because it was so simple. But after a while I decided that all philosophy should be fought for and implemented in a practical way. If you believe something you should act on it. If you don’t act on it, you don’t really believe it. I apply this same standard to myself. I used to fight for what I believed. Now I don’t. I guess that means I no longer really believe it. It’s more peacock plumage than drumstick.

Fuck! I sometimes wonder if there isn’t a second of my life that I don’t think about the world and my own life in a philosophical way. And even though I know the meaning of life, that doesn’t help too much, since I still have to decide, on a moment to moment basis, how to do the best thing. I almost invariably fail. I figure I’m not trying hard enough. Too fucking lazy. Values just aren’t worth what they used to be, I think. Or maybe I just don’t like myself enough to care.

When I try to explain myself.

I’m almost always in a philosophic mood, there’s just little reason to ever advertise it.