I have recently come to the realization of all supposed realizations. This realization had me wondering why I even bother to have said other realizations.
One word: subjectivity. If the world is viewed differently by each person, we can either attempt to seek out those who do see it sort of similarly, endeavor to juxtapose ourselves with people different than ourselves to immerse ourselves in some twisted version of a learning experience, or give up all together. The logical answer is to give up. As my roommate and I have recently discovered, trying only causes trouble. Let me explain. I say this because, no matter how close you think you've come to finding that one person who is similar enough to you but different enough so you don't piss yourself off with too much "you," there really is no perfect match. What you think is right is 3% wrong in his or her mind and if you multiply this by the 3/7 subjectivity variability, you might as well be a manic monster in his or her mind of regularity. Though, in this case, one could argue that life would not exist without controversy to rough up the edges of an implausible utopia. Yeesh. Anyways...if we as humans are able to recognize the fact that no matter what, we will be different, why can we not just move past this as a human race? Acknowledge it, be sad for ten minutes, spring back, and get over it. Is this not a sequence that we can learn to accept? Nope. No, no, no, it is not (well, maybe you can, but think about whose blog you're reading).
I, for one, get into quite a few arguments. Not bad ones, but the sort that the debate team would stage in high school. Except I wasn't on the debate team. Anyways, the difference between myself and the other person I frequently find myself in mortal combat with is that I get over it. I practically forget why I'm angry in under ten minutes almost every time without fail. Why must grudges exist? Why mash up your feelings into some sort of deathly fireball...spikes and all? This may come off as a level of disinterest and the possibly existence of a sociopath inside me but, should I care that people think that? Please do allow yourself to be bothered as I sit in the corner caring less. Ok, now I sound pompous; I really don't even know that many big words. There's a reason why I always have Thesaurus.com tabbed on my computer.
One word: subjectivity. If the world is viewed differently by each person, we can either attempt to seek out those who do see it sort of similarly, endeavor to juxtapose ourselves with people different than ourselves to immerse ourselves in some twisted version of a learning experience, or give up all together. The logical answer is to give up. As my roommate and I have recently discovered, trying only causes trouble. Let me explain. I say this because, no matter how close you think you've come to finding that one person who is similar enough to you but different enough so you don't piss yourself off with too much "you," there really is no perfect match. What you think is right is 3% wrong in his or her mind and if you multiply this by the 3/7 subjectivity variability, you might as well be a manic monster in his or her mind of regularity. Though, in this case, one could argue that life would not exist without controversy to rough up the edges of an implausible utopia. Yeesh. Anyways...if we as humans are able to recognize the fact that no matter what, we will be different, why can we not just move past this as a human race? Acknowledge it, be sad for ten minutes, spring back, and get over it. Is this not a sequence that we can learn to accept? Nope. No, no, no, it is not (well, maybe you can, but think about whose blog you're reading).
I, for one, get into quite a few arguments. Not bad ones, but the sort that the debate team would stage in high school. Except I wasn't on the debate team. Anyways, the difference between myself and the other person I frequently find myself in mortal combat with is that I get over it. I practically forget why I'm angry in under ten minutes almost every time without fail. Why must grudges exist? Why mash up your feelings into some sort of deathly fireball...spikes and all? This may come off as a level of disinterest and the possibly existence of a sociopath inside me but, should I care that people think that? Please do allow yourself to be bothered as I sit in the corner caring less. Ok, now I sound pompous; I really don't even know that many big words. There's a reason why I always have Thesaurus.com tabbed on my computer.
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