Another Time Travel Anomaly

While searching through my phone's computer-sync database, I found a peculiar backup file. Despite the fact that I had no idea why or how it could have appeared there, I found a sub-folder called "SHERMAN," written exactly as such.

Sherman, whom you may remember from previous installments, was a friend of mine who assisted me most in shedding light on the possibilities of time travel in my own vivid bildungsroman. He researched the dates and times that my phone chose to display, giving me the insight I needed to continue my pursuit of knowledge within the parameters of the future.

Now, my phone had seemingly singled him out.

Seeing the directory made me wonder what it was that he may or may not have told me. Perhaps his words were in some way relevant to the way history would play out; perhaps it was again just an awkward coincidence. At this point, the latter seemed terrifically unlikely.

Within this directory, I found no concrete files. The filename was this;
C:\Documents and Settings\Owner.YOUR-34EFF17BD0\My Documents\Phone Backup\SHERMAN

I know 100% that I sure as hell hadn't created it. I wouldn't even have known how.

Even though there were no concrete files within the four subdirectories (entitled 'DCIM,' 'music,' 'picture,' and 'video'), I was convinced that the directory had some kind of purpose.

But what that purpose was, I was completely unsure of. I hoped it was nothing disastrous.

Eudaimonia

Semi-recently, I've familiarized myself with Plato's principles of Eudaimonia. Eudaimonia is, in a nutshell, the happiest point a person can attain, only possible through the fulfillment of his or her own potential. This can mean a few fundamental things;

I am not currently the happiest I can be. Is this because I am only on my personal journey, supposed to reach Eudaimonical enlightenment by the end of my life, or is it that I'm only happy in the short term satisfaction of my immediate goals. If the latter, my goals are in fact such;

-Get drunk frequently
-Play pool
-Spend time reminiscing with good friends

This makes me wonder heavily.

Am I or am I not fulfilling my potential?
I've always wanted to be a professional actor, but will the fulfillment of that specific goal make me Eudaimonically happy? I don't quite think so. I rather believe that writing and the recognition and discrepancies of those works will make me somehow travel towards my personal Eudaimonia. Things like those I say above as well as buying a new power supply and more ram for my computer would only enable the accomplishment of smaller steps towards that end.

Indeed, I hope they will.

Pie for the Dog

I was sitting right here in this very spot last night, blogging to my heart's content while buzzed on cheap Mexican beer. Truman the dog, with whose care I am charged while my sister is out of town on business, was sitting next to me. I went to the refrigerator to grab some apple pie that my dad made earlier in the evening, and brought it back with me.
Truman the dog was very curious what it was that I was eating, and although he wasn't pushy or thieving about it, he made it clear to me that he wanted to try it as well. It made me start thinking about a few things.

Normally, I don't enjoy it when people eat in front of me, it's just something that I've never particularly enjoyed. It's not so much an acknowledgment of politeness, but rather that I see eating as a communal activity that I really enjoy participating in. I suspected Truman felt the same way.

I also can't help but wonder, however irrationally, if animals that we sometimes keep as pets were actually something else in a past life. For all I knew, Truman was an upstanding fellow of good character who happened to love the taste of apple pie.

Between both of these thoughts, I felt mildly guilty about eating some apple pie in front of Truman, especially with him sitting there and showing the best restraint possible for a well-behaved canine. So I gave him a couple bites. I felt it was the right thing to do.