happiness is not good for my health.

2 hours of sleep and a venti cappuccino.
I may ramble; you were warned.
Through analysis of my life thus far (and granted, that's not a very diverse nor substantial sample), I have come to realize that happiness is not good for my health.
In fact, it is detrimental. Any times I have been truly happy have either immediately or subsequently caused negative vibrations throughout my web of life... and I've started to avoid it.
Neutrality is safe, no?
Neutrality is beautiful. Emotions are not relevant in the pursuit of general self-realization.
Nothing matters in this life unless you make it matter, right? Nietzsche is my teacher.
Nihilism is such a... base philosophy. Wipe the slate clean, believe nothing, disregard society, make yourself matter. That's the truth if it, really.
Look: anyone who has ever made anyone of themselves have always been completely innovative in their own time. Completely fresh and original. They've disregarded the social norms and proceeded to make their own values dominant of their lives, and, by doing so, influenced people around them to accept their values as well.
Adolf Hitler. Joseph Stalin. Arthur Pendragon. Alexander of Macedonia...
You know, people being übermen.
And the überman, as we see, is content and satisfied; not 'happy'.
Happy people are ignorant (ignorance is bliss, right?) and in general unconcerned with self-mastery.
Temet nosce, carpe ipsum, carpe diem.
The world is such that it is impossible to both master and be happy.
Human nature is such that we always see our flaws, and wish to be perfect, therefore: one must either free onself of self-mastery and be happy to be governed (and find perfection of oneself in pledging oneself to a perfect entity (i.e. God)), or be master of oneself and never truly be happy.

/lit/ has people that i like.

Recently, a discussion was begun on /lit/ that is relevant to my interests.
The debate begun about wisdom vs. intelligence and quickly turned to knowledge, relevance, and philosophy.
I love that!!

o hai it's 5am.

Five am. I'm still up.
I kind of wanted this to be a somewhat intellectual blog, you know? A place where all of us, meaning you, could gather on the rather expansive balcony of my lofty Petersburg penthouse, some with whiskey on rocks, some with gourmet coffees... still others with orange juice...
Squeak our expensive leather shoes on the icy marble occasionally, watch the white nights of the far north and discuss politics, religion, philosophy, and the internetz.
I still want it to be that place.
I really really do.
Just sometimes... when you're all gone and I'm here alone...
I climb naked onto one of the decorative marble posts in the wee hours of the morning and shelter my muddy espresso from the biting wind and giggle.
Is this how a grown man should behave? Probably not.
This is why this is the internet.

oh, you know, don't mind me.

Hey.
Seems like the Naughts were the days the internet was clear of billions of voices, each having something to say. Now there's hardly room to walk amidst this verbal vomit. Actually, now it's become commonplace to cite blogs as legitimate sources.
I figured I better get a foot in before blogging becomes grouped with brushing teeth in normal people's routine.
Everyone needs their own little niche in the world, you know?
Anyway.
Here's my foot.
I might talk more later.