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Howell said:Anatman said:I came here to challenge you, not insult you. If I insulted you along the way, my bad. I'm a dick. And I've been told I'm the biggest dick when I don't even mean to be. Seems this is one of those cases.
So here, I'll brush my ego completely to the side because now I'm real pumped - if I write up a response on the exact level that you want to play at, will you play along? Because I don't want to spend an hour typing just to have you flake on me.
So you down. Or nah?
I don't know what exactly you're wanting to respond to, or what level you're talking about, but by all means: go ahead. You should start a new thread though. Feel free to carry over whatever quotes or themes from this one you want to explore into that one. This way it will be less a personal attack and more a general inquiry, open to everyone, and focused on understanding instead of on who's right and who's wrong. Well, at least initially
Howell
Hmmm, I just realized something.
In my second message, I dropped all pretense, came at you with unwavering genuity, and you still managed to sneak in daggers of condescension cloaked in statements like "not sure what you want to respond to or what level you're talking about," despite having over-explained at least two or three times exactly what you would want to debate and what you don't want to debate. Not to mention the condescension dripping from everything else you've said...yeah, that's what I just realized -
You're not interested in truth. You never were. And neither was I.
Shame on me for not seeing that. I suppose I was blinded by my ego! Oh, the irony. I saw your unnecessarily big words, your convoluted syntax that needs two or three readings before it makes sense, and your Kierkegaard quote...and then I thought to myself, "dude must be new to philosophy and overcompensating." So then I stroll in to challenge you and knock you off your horse. If I irked you in the process, then that's just extra credit. I said I didn't mean to piss you off, but if we're REALLY being honest, I really did want to piss you off, even if I convinced myself otherwise.
Why? Because I used to be like you and we hate most what we see in ourselves.
In the past, I would use unnecessary jargon when it's obvious my opponent doesn't know the jargon, dismiss others' arguments entirely by pointing out one or two fallacies and laughing to myself how stupid they are when their fundamental point had still yet to be addressed, and all other sorts of mental masturbation. It's all sound and fury with little substance. Makes you feel good for a few minutes, then you need your next fix and no matter how many arguments you think you win, it doesn't stop you from hating yourself and it doesn't quiet the whispers that drive you insane on lonely nights.
After a few years of proselytizing, you realize that you rarely, if ever, have actually convinced anyone of anything unless they genuinely asked you for advice or insight. And even then, you always had the sneaking suspicions that you're full of shit.
So at some point, you gotta ask - "am I really trying to figure out what's true? Or am I just stroking my dick over here?"
With 99.9999999% of the population, it's the latter. You just want people to think you're smart. After that, you realize that intellectuals are just refined gym-rats. Instead of flexin' on fools and fucking bitches from Crossfit, you get off on quoting Wittgenstein or some other super-dope but vastly misunderstood philosopher you probably don't even yourself understand because he's pretty unclear himself....like Kierkegaard. Different methods of stroking our own dicks.
So here's what I really wanted to say the whole time and save ourselves the debate - you're full of shit, Howell. You started this thread to jerk off, not to learn the truth about the oppression of women. I was horribly abstract and destroyed your arguments from their foundation, because that's what you were doing to everyone else. You just didn't like it when it was turned on you. There.
But hey, I'm full of shit, too. I'm here writing a message for a dude who clearly doesn't want help and who was obviously done with the thread, considering it'd been a few months since he last responded. In fact, that makes me a bigger fool than you. But my Muse is telling me to write this, because SOMEONE will profit from it. I should have just been more honest in the first place.
Hector