The thought crossed my mind just now, that when I speak of philosophy, and others are not interested, it is somewhat funny. I smile mischeviously at this occurence. But then my smile quickly turns to a drooping, almost caveman like expression. I know not why. But then I remember, (I have indeed not been reduced to mere stupidity), the expression is one of tiredness. The tiredness is when one smiles mischeviously - oh, I suppose we might as well just say grimmace, because that is actually what it is - and one realizes that one cannot soffit their entire interaction with others on this mischieviousness. Mischief is only tolerate in small doses, until the playfulness turns to anger.

We know that things make us tired because we can no longer tolerate the things which make us tired, is the obvious answer. The uncommon answer, is that we can't know why the things make us tired which makes us tired. We can't know what we cannot know, which is an obvious syllogism. Ah, tiresome Calvin! You speak again of your psychological infirmities. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I do conceed, I am somewhat psychologically infirm, but I cannot wager that you are any more aware of the unknown than me. In fact it would seem to me that I am just as much of a mystery to you as you are to me! That is the crux of it.

Oh, cliche, cliche, Calvin! Amateur hour was last year, and we planned not to have in annually! Yes ladies and gentlemen, I know, I understand your impatience, and your quick judgment. Our lives are indeed very boring, and it manifests itself in your quite abrupt way of making that fact known at the very precipitous moment of a thought which could possibly threaten your sad, pathetic little assumptions - your preconceived notions. Yes, reader, I am quite mad at you, and you should consider me perfectly justified in being mad. You may not easily understand your disposition, for it is not an easy concept to grasp, but you would do well to know that you are indeed deserving of this scorn which I am about to present to you.

You see, reader, you too are ignorant in many ways. This is why you are deserving of scorn. (Although perhaps I project on you the frustrations I have with my parents, which is indeed true, because my dad finds philosophy terribly intolerable. That is in fact why I had this thought in the first place, why I started writing this whole thing. But it is not only with philosophy, it is also with everyone who finds things intolerably tiresome).

You are deserving of scorn because no matter how hard I try, I can never know exactly what it is which will trigger your little snowflake alarm. WEEE OOOO EEEEE OOOO EEEE OOOO! Your thoughts are particular to you, you do not share thoughts with another person! I cannot make inferences of what every person will be thinking outside off my head ("FOOLISH CALVIN, YOU HAVE ANGERED ME FOR THE LAST TIME! I WILL CALL UPON MY GOD TO SMOTE YOU IF YOU DO NOT STOP YOUR INCESSANT BULLSHIT!", yes, reader, I know of your anger, but you will be sitting in a corner with your pupils dilated screaming a high pitch only a dog can hear if you do not learn to deal with mine and your own infirmities. For your infirmities are are equally as bad as mine, we both share that ignorance of the unknown. You, for example, are exasperated at me, to the point of taking a sledge hammer and running around swinging it at random people! Your exasperation has been noted and dismissed), your thoughts are merely what they call in logical philosophy a "sufficient condition", not a "necessary condition". It is true that some readers are exasperated, and we can say all readers are human, but we cannot say that all readers are exasperated, that would be an inductive, not deductive statement. We can say "all readers are human", but not "all humans are readers" (this is disregarding that other robots or alien species cannot read, but we can admit some of them likely can). Yes, I can only induct what it is in the world outside of my head, except through mathematics. Are you a mathematical equation, reader? I thought not.

I suppose that is what it is all about. Our own tiredness, our own infirmity. We can only read the greats so long until we are overwhelmed and can hardly even breath. I wish I knew why this happens to me, it is because I am extremely infirm. Or perhaps I am just over zealous. Who knows. Anyways, I am happy to have said all that, even though the only thing which it really means is "I'm tired because people can't understand each other". You get the idea. That is all that I really wanted to say, and there is not much more to elaborate upon the subject besides that. Good day.

For the first time I tried to take you seriously and read your post with serious consideration and open mindedness

And I realize,  you’re really pretentious. Your head is up your ass and you have no idea what you’re talking about, you just regurgitate things you’ve read from your books. You don’t have any life experience or meaningful impact on society bro. It’s just Mental masturbation

Quote from: Jive Turkey on January 26, 2019, 12:47:56 AM

For the first time I tried to take you seriously and read your post with serious consideration and open mindedness

And I realize,  you’re really pretentious. Your head is up your ass and you have no idea what you’re talking about, you just regurgitate things you’ve read from your books. You don’t have any life experience or meaningful impact on society bro. It’s just Mental masturbation

Loaf isn't real, his posts are merely copycats

Fuck off. Heckling is not cool, and shouldn't be allowed at comedy shows. I wanted to be a comedian, and spent months and months preparing for an open mic night, and it was ruined within 5 minutes by a guy heckling me. I won't go into too much detail but my routine was observational comedy about taking the dog for a walk, and the joke was, I am autistic and love routine, but my dog died overnight, and I walked it anyway, the humour was derived from that.

But every few lines this guy would fucking shout from the back of the stage stuff like 'DOG WAS FOCKIN DEAD FROM READIN YER COMEDY SCRIPT' and 'THE DOGS CORPSE IS FUNNIER THAN YOU' and other stuff. felt so nervous I had to leave the stage and hacen't returned yet. its not nice to do it

Did loaf change writers this season?