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I suppose I'll discard my usual veil of arrogance and witty one-liners in order to type something longer than: "My name is Levi and I like to party".

I'm 18 and I was raised in a rather large and rather Christian family, though I would describe myself as a somewhat irreligious apatheist. The environment I was raised in, although a good and loving one, was one that did not really encourage a lot of learning or any sort of intellectual stimulation - which is very frustrating, because I feel that I could be in a much better position than the one I am in now. In any event, I'm a first year student at York University in Toronto, majoring in Psychology; though it may seem like an elaborate form of academic suicide, I am probably going to pick up another degree in Philosophy just for fun. Like any normal undergrad, I survive off of a diet of Red Bull, Coffee, Advil, and the occasional chicken sandwich from Wendy's.

I probably come off as exceptionally boring to a lot of people my own age, as my favourite pastimes include downloading the most obscure music from the most obscure places, reading random articles on Wikipedia, and playing excessive amounts of Halo 3 with my friends. As a matter of fact, my friends and I plan on joining a regional tournament in the summer, which we will win, and then go on to face tougher competition in higher tiered tournaments. Unlike most of my friends, I don't really like to go to parties or hang out with large amounts of people; I hate crowded situations and large amounts of unnecessary noise. A lot of the time I find myself in my room, left to my own thoughts.

Like most people on this blasted website, I am prone to depression - though I do not suffer from it at the moment. I find that most of the time I am thinking about something in regards to my own existence, whether it be why I exist, how I exist, or how absurd my existence is. I can literally sit down in a chair, for hours on end, just thinking. It causes me to usually come to the conclusion that my life is essentially meaningless, perhaps even useless, which really makes it difficult for me to enjoy the simple things in life. For example, I hate doing unskilled labour, not because I am inherently lazy, but because I regard it as a worthless endeavour, which takes precious time away from my examinations of life (why the hell should I do something mundane if I don't know why I should?). This essentially means that the things in my own life that I do enjoy (that is, relationships with other human beings, video games, reading, et cetera) become little more than pleasant distractions from my own painful introspections and investigations - the whole thing is just really ironic. Nowadays, I sort of treat life as one would a game, something to be enjoyed, exploited; I kind of need to keep my head out of the clouds, so to speak.

The only thing I can really dedicate my life to is one of learning and philosophy, anything else is just going to be a waste of time. I need to set stricter goals for myself; I have a somewhat short attentions span that I really need to work on eliminating. It is rare for me to read an entire book cover-to-cover, no matter how much I enjoy it; I'll simply get bored and begin reading something else.

EDIT: I am now double majoring in Psychology and Philosophy

Post edited at 11:31 pm on April 9, 2008 by The Oath

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