#boacstarter

[thegrand-r]

[thingy w/ azelma&r that will hopefully culminate in huggage]

[wondering if maybe he should think about actually moving from his spot huddled up against the kitchen table or not. hm.]

[thegrand-r]

Parkour! || Bahorel & Grantaire

Grantaire woke up as the sun rose, as he usually did. He awoke alone, something which really shouldn't have surprised him. But it did. Brujon had gone. Letting his head fall back against the pillow, Grantaire could only think about how dry his mouth felt, how warm and...itchy he was. Too hot. Already? Wow. This was an actual problem, wasn't it...?

After sorting himself out to the point where he knew he'd be able to function like some vague sort of semblance of a human being at least, Grantaire looked at his phone. The perks of vanishing off for a while was that the texts and emails slowed to a near-standstill. It was calming. He still got the odd commission request, but...after explaining, things tended to be okay. He could cope with having his phone. Besides, what if there was an emergency?

The only problem with having a phone was the urge. He wanted to call his friends. On his own terms. But he couldn't. If he did, they'd take his reaching out as 'I'm back', and he couldn't have that. On the other hand...he did, he supposed, have one friend who didn't consistently try to make him hang out with people, who recognised how important choice in immediate areas was. He'd left yesterday, though...which, Grantaire supposed, was fair enough, considering the company. Still...he owed him an apology, right?

So he texted him: 'hey sorry about last night. totally unplanned.'

It would suffice.

[cosette-thelark]

I need a break from studying.  Would anybody be up for getting ice cream or something?

[sunnycenter-blog]

So.

Who wants to attend a cocktail party?

[thegrand-r]

[curls up at the bottom of a tree with his messenger bag cradled in his hands] [shuts eyes] Hm. [prepares for a nap]

[thegrand-r]

But if we display moral truths as anything less than the complex human inventions they are, don't we render ourselves metaethical subjectivists? In which there are no moral truths, merely human behaviours and opinions and--...But that then implies that in each and every case, one's moral and ethical actions are their own and the people around them cannot be held accountable to the same ones, like stealing being wrong, or murder being wrong. I suppose we could be exclusive about it but that still doesn't make any sense, as if one's opinions and behaviour is their moral attitude; what of amoralists? There exists in the world people who have moral beliefs, and yet refuse to act upon them for whatever reason, don't they then deserve the right to be amoralists, despite the claims of metaethical subjectivism? Ugh, it's far easier to simply say that people are selfish and morality is a human construct designed to prevent society from crumbling, and only succeeding, much like many of humanity's inventions, in doing the opposite. Argument from economy, right there. Duct tape to make it easier to judge and click tongues. Boom.

[thegrand-r]

"Suppose a person tells us that he did what he did because he was unable to do otherwise; or suppose that he makes the similar statement that he did what he did because he had to do it. [. . . ] I think that when we accept such statements as valid excuses it is because we assume that we are being told more than the statements strictly and literally convey. We understand the person who offers the excuse to mean that he did what he did only because he was unable to do otherwise, or only because he had to do it. And we understand him to mean, more particularly, that when he did what he did it was not because that was what he really wanted to do it."

Discuss.

[thegrand-r]

That stoner kid was right - humanity is just filled with semantics, things being done for the 'greater good' and the like. What fucking greater good, society? He was right about that too; society is not as fluid as we think it is, and our attempts to free it up only lash another strip of duct tape on it. That kid was right, maybe society does need to crumble to sort its shit out, but if it were to crumble, how would it be rebuilt? After the Great Fire of London, they had grand designs for it, they were going to build a metropolitan utopia and it was going to be glorious. What did the people do? They went right in there and rebuilt everything exactly where it had been. If people are water, then society is a rock, it is constant, and while it may move, it stays as a solid, to be broken down as the water sees fit, particularly when chemicals are involved. A crumbled society may solve all our problems but then would we not have multiple more? It's as if we teeter between crumbling and duct tape and are never quite sure what to do with it, as if humanity can withstand the pressure of such a big decision without fucking it up. We're nothing special, what the fuck makes us so sure we're up to the job? Fuck us.