tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12679107.post8815989144759835119..comments2023-10-15T10:46:24.276-05:00Comments on Parables: Operation Date My Roomateespíritu pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17483308467615005496noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12679107.post-83248717107126704982007-05-24T13:45:00.000-05:002007-05-24T13:45:00.000-05:00DavidYou found my blog! Welcome.As for the comment...David<BR/>You found my blog! Welcome.<BR/>As for the comments, I think we all know and been one of those folks who's hopes were dashed. Early on being better than later on, when there's a lot more dried relational glue. It still smarts. but I suppose arranged marriages are the alternative.<BR/><BR/>As a trying-to-be-compassionate-person, I've wondered what's the best and most honorable thing to do about a person who's noticeably stumbling over him/herself when particular other person enters the room. If the he/she knows, the other has some no-brainer non-negotiables, wouldn't the most loving thing to do be to make sure the other doesn't waste any more time on her/him. <BR/><BR/>As for free-will, I think we have a lot of personal pick. But we also know and do/do not care about how who we choose will meet the approval of significant influencers in our life. I am focusing on a concept such as the Nash equilibrium (which a friend pointed out to me, from Beautiful Mind)--where the interplay of individual and social cooperation is the goal.espíritu pazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17483308467615005496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12679107.post-75508743138344738702007-05-23T22:11:00.000-05:002007-05-23T22:11:00.000-05:00I'm not sure what staunch individualism means, but...I'm not sure what staunch individualism means, but I know one guy who was hurt when his expectations of starting to date someone were dashed early on...<BR/><BR/>I think we have some free-will, not the radical sort, over who we will consider and what valued hills we are willing not to die on...<BR/><BR/>(I'm not trying to turn back the clock or what-not, but I felt moved to post here.)<BR/>dlwDLWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17709279441985086959noreply@blogger.com