Everyday philosophy

I was Skyping and catching up with Mike today when he called me existentialist. I guess I should thank him. “Existentialism” certainly sounds better than any of those medical terms we use on each other in times of hyper-moodiness. It sounds a bit academic and nihilistically cool.

Actually, I should blame my philosophical bouts on walking around Oxford – the perfect university town. Isn’t it inevitable to slide into wondering about the meaning of existence while looking at all those gorgeous courts and chapels of the Oxford University colleges? I can’t help thinking of how it would feel to be a student here, comparing Oxford to my experiences in Edinburgh, wondering what I am doing here… You get my train of thought.