Lust (
a_sin_for_him) wrote2014-11-26 09:20 am
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[Lust has been drinking. She doesn't usually indulge to the point where mildly tipsy starts heading to drunk, but it's been an emotional week and two drinks turned into three until she's fiddling with her gear with a half empty wine bottle on the table beside her and a full glass in her hand.
Probably not the best time to flip on the record function and put out a general message.]
Why do emotions have to play such a ridiculously large part in daily life? They're nothing but organic chemical reactions. You mix sodium bicarbonate and acetic acid and get fizzing, bubbling carbonic acid. It's the same damned thing, at the most basic level. Chemicals interact with other chemicals and cause a reaction.
But the molecules that give birth to emotional feeling...they're never dormant. They're never inactive. They're always combining and breaking apart and firing off signals that we have no choice but to be ruled by. Human beings are like a single chemical in that way, one that reacts in a most volatile manner to every other substance and stimulus it encounters.
The sheer number of emotions a single person experiences in a single day... it's overwhelming. And like all chemical reactions, prone to change drastically the moment something new is introduced. The simple act of going from content to frightened or angry or even irritated is enough to interfere with daily life.
That seems like a detrimental design flaw, to me.
Probably not the best time to flip on the record function and put out a general message.]
Why do emotions have to play such a ridiculously large part in daily life? They're nothing but organic chemical reactions. You mix sodium bicarbonate and acetic acid and get fizzing, bubbling carbonic acid. It's the same damned thing, at the most basic level. Chemicals interact with other chemicals and cause a reaction.
But the molecules that give birth to emotional feeling...they're never dormant. They're never inactive. They're always combining and breaking apart and firing off signals that we have no choice but to be ruled by. Human beings are like a single chemical in that way, one that reacts in a most volatile manner to every other substance and stimulus it encounters.
The sheer number of emotions a single person experiences in a single day... it's overwhelming. And like all chemical reactions, prone to change drastically the moment something new is introduced. The simple act of going from content to frightened or angry or even irritated is enough to interfere with daily life.
That seems like a detrimental design flaw, to me.
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Just general debate about the role emotions play in human life.
It's easy to tell those who've always dealt with them and those who came to them later in life.
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Yeah, really easy. They're always surprised by the people who aren't sure.
[He may have asked about souls a while back and gotten a lot of people baffled at the idea of not having one.]
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[She shakes her head and takes a long drink.]
They have no idea. They take it for granted, every little reaction and counter-reaction they feel within themselves.
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Makes you wonder how people ever get anything done.
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[Lust shakes her head. She has Scar's letter in her pocket. She still doesn't know what to make of it.]
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I...know how that is, with people being nice. That's not something any of us have had much practice with.
[He tilts his head, choosing his next words carefully and only looking at her out of the corner of his eye.]
Something happen?
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[Another great mystery, she supposes. But it's nice to be able to talk on it, and with Envy. Like this.
She pauses then, considering. Another drink and her glass is empty again. She refills it.]
Scar wrote me a letter. A very kind and heartfelt letter.
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He did?
[He wouldn't expect anything kind or heartfelt out of Scar. The birthday thing had been enough of a surprise.]
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[Lust had been surprised herself.]
He said so many things, and I can't even tell if he was confessing his feelings or saying goodbye.