A persistent cat standing on my chest, insisting on breakfast has me up at six on a Sunday morning. I am happy to feed the cat. Against everything else and anything else, I rebel. I understand and emphathize with the two year olds who scream NO to everything. I am too big to be literally picked up and carried away, or locked away. Others things push me into actions and responses against which I rebel.
One of the “push factors” is the approval of those who are providing me with a roof, hot water, indoor plumbing, and food. Is it survival instinct that moves me to act in opposition to the rebellion of my spirit? Is it my own inbuilt standards?
imagine what would happen if I did absolutely nothing at all for 24 hours; said NO to absolutely everything for 24 hours without being catatonic, in a coma, traumatized, or sedated. Imagine what I would do, or not do if the inbuilt set of standards disappeared completely for 24 hours.
Am I anything at all outside a set of preconditioned habits of thinking, feeling, and activity?
Does it matter? What matters?
Sounds a bit existentional to me, and I was never a fan of Camus or Sartre. That was then, maybe I will be now. ” I post therefore I exist”