Gib, sorry I didn’t get back in time. She left this afternoon. I’ll come up with something funny next time. Like I’ll try and get her to explain the analytic/synthetic distinction in the words of a stripper.
I’ve explained philosophy to hundreds of idiots over the years. It shouldn’t be too much of a challenge. I’ll come up with something though. She told me the other day that she masturbated twice in the last few days while thinking about how I say things that in her words, “move her mind from one place to another”. Everyone who’s ever met me, for the most part, comments about my intelligence within the first few minutes of speaking to me. I still always take it as a compliment. I always think about how you guys at ilp don’t get to know me in real life, and how that makes me kind of feel bad for you all. If you only knew the tone of my voice, the quickness that I have on my feet in conversation, my ability to read people and interact on my own terms with them. Honestly, I’d probably blush. I’m just so good at life in general. I got a fortune cookie when I was a kid that said, “your winsome smile will be your sure protection”. It was right. I dunno man, I just wake up every day and I piss excellence.
I mean I’m sure there are people around who disagree with my views, or who think I’m an asshole, but even the worst of them know I’m like some kind of rare genius. For a long time, hell, for most of my life I just kept quiet and listened. I didn’t raise my hand in college for the first 3 years, but then one day I realized that I have a huge advantage that I was just born into, and I just said fuck it and owned that shit.
Smears-deprivation is a tough thing to go through, but we manage to get by.
I’m happy for you Smears, but you do realize that a bit of humbleness could make that go even further–unless you’re trying to come off as a major egoist to get more people to hate you.
sigh I wish it was that simple for me. I admire your self-confidence, Smears.
BTW, do you still do a lot of drugs? Acid? Mushrooms? Cannabis?
Time only moves in one direction. This is basic stuff. Wanting the impossible is like, well, dumb. There’s a lot of philosophy out there about both those truths. Go and read that shit.
Was watching a PBS doc on Earth’s Natural Wonders and they had a skit on Amazon boys going through coming of age (becoming warrior) ceremony in which they had to be stung by bullet ants and endure the pain for 24 hrs ( a ritual that had to be repeated 20 times in order for a boy to become a full warrior). Then you see the videos of all these white guys who come over to jungle to ‘become men’ through enduring pain, only to be rushed to the nearest hospital 1 hr into the ritual because they can’t take the pain. The modern man’s pain threshold is not very high - seems like even a 12yrs old amazonian boy can endure more pain. That’s sad.
What is your pain threshold, Pandora? It makes sense to look down upon that white man if you, yourself, have a considerably higher level of pain tolerance, but if that is not the case, then you’re merely being a perfectionist, and perfectionism itself is a product of low level of tolerance of particular kind.