Melchior?
Women try to impress each other’s shoes ? I never knew this.
You shouldn’t. If they were coherent you’d see they are not fascinating. Just very stupid.
Well, see, that’s not actually the philosophy behind shoes. Shoes started out as a part of the slut factor which is a direct result of men giving all of their attention to other dick. Of course, once a girl gets a taste of the shoe juice, it’s pretty obvious that shoes are just fucking awesome, in their own right.
Hey Pope! Come over here a minute.
You see this here? This is an example of ***delivery ***turning a groaner into an actual, ***funny ***joke.
Though I’m not sure how one would go about teaching something like that…I don’t have this particular skill. Assuming Kobal isn’t actually bewildered, perhaps he(she?) can help us get you some funny.
Whaddaya say, Kobal? The pope’s dying here! We could really use your help.
A clear view of just about anything is “bizarre” in this society, but it’s way, ***way ***too obvious to qualify as “wisdom”.
:dubious:
Speed kills, Bo Pai.
Now that’s interesting. What, exactly, brought “speed” to mind? Seriously. I’m asking.
I understand the “must be on drugs” cracks, but “speed”? What made you think of that? Is it just a “fitting in”, “I’m cool too” sort of thing? The “dubiousness” suggests it was something else. If it’s just camaraderie with the others, I’m OK with that, but if it’s an actual reference to something specific, I’d be interested to know what.
Awww… practiced indifference is so cute when a faux-intellectual does it.
If you ever bring your “A” game be sure and let everyone know.
I’ve read all of the responses. I’ve not commented on all of them, but there are specific reasons for that. The point is, I’m not merely “skimming” replies. I’m reading and considering each and every one.
Now, I understand “that’s not how it’s done”, ordinarily. People don’t usually listen to one another and I understand that this level of attention to what you’re saying isn’t “normal”, but there it is. If I wasn’t interested, I wouldn’t be here. Of course, I’m not saying I’ll be here forever, but right here, for right now, somebody is actually interested in what you have to say.
Wow. You are ***really ***bitter, aren’t ya? What’s up with that? Why do you even care what I do? I’m nobody and here you are, sounding like one of those rabid, failed-actor movie critics - dripping your guts all over everything. ***Nothing ***is that serious, bubba. Get a fucking grip.
Sorry, I got sidetracked by the spilling guts. As you were saying…
How, exactly, would one go about faking intelligence? Isn’t that an oxymoron? “Faux intellectual”? OK, I understand that one can surround oneself with other people who operate, primarily, from a frightened, “less than clever” state, all of whom want to be perceived as “intelligent” - and I understand how one makes the claim and the “posse” steps in and backs the claim - but it’s not actually “faking” anything. It’s just…well…it’s sort of just…whining, isn’t it? I mean, one’s “state of intelligence” is so obvious. Granted, it’s often found - in its natural state - in those who did NOT waste time licking up the crap others have regurgitated, but still…that “faking it” idea is whack. People think they’re “faking it”, but it doesn’t actually work. Everyone just sort of agrees to pretend that it does so they can keep the posse together and attack those who appear smarter than them, as a pack.
The funny part is that when people stop worrying about it, their natural brilliance just sort of rises to the surface and they find out that they actually ***are ***quite intelligent. But then they go back out into the pretentiousness of the “real world” and revert. It’s actually quite annoying. One minute you’re in perfect sync, working at the speed of light on something completely new, and the next minute, somebody else walks in and that same guy turns into a quivering, drooling idiot that has no idea what he’s doing. It can be a real problem. In ***all ***sectors. But that’s just ME whining…
Truthfully?
You’re coming across as either manic or coked up. Possibly both?
I am a new tie wearing.
That’s sweet of you. Thank you.
Two questions:
Are you enjoying yourself?
Do you feel you’re communicating something important or meaningful?
Ah - understood - too…happy, some would say. Perfectly understandable. In this society I’m supposed to be “keeping tabs” on everyone…“peeping”, really…or “spying” - fearing what others might be up to, worrying about what they think and generally being frightened and/or angry about it all the time, or, at least, most of the time.
Do you have any idea how ***much ***time you can free up, how much more you can ***see ***or how much grief you can set aside by simply kicking all of that crap to the curb?
People think they have to do all of that spying/keeping tabs crap to keep the world from “exploding” but the world ***is ***exploding and it’s exploding ***because ***people do that. Nearly everyone is on the defensive. “Kill or be killed.” - “Do unto others before they do unto you.” - “Better him than me.”.
Here we are, part of a universe that’s been operating for God only knows how long - and ***fighting ***it,nearly every step of the way. Thinking it’s wrong and can’t possibly take care of its own, without our help. How ***absurd ***is that?!?!
The universe is a steam roller. It already has all the laws it’s ever going to have and there isn’t anything you can do about ***any ***of them. All of people’s discontent is created by them, standing in front of this ***monster ***of a fucking steam roller, crying and whining and trying to manipulate and “reason” with it. They get squished, hop up and run right around to get back in front of it. It’s what everybody does and teaches and has been teaching for all of man’s thousands and thousands of years of warring with one another and whining about it.
What do you expect? It’s a fucking steam roller! ROFL! Do you think it’s going to stop in its tracks and say, “Oh, you poor thing, I’ll recreate the whole of myself so I can go around you and send you some nice flowers…and a little hankie.”. That mechanism part of the universe does not care! That’s not its job! It’s just doing its thing, taking care of business and it’s SO much better at it than YOU are! You’re like a piece of pollen - what could you possibly know about running a fucking universe?!?!
People worry too much. They don’t trust the universe- THE UNIVERSE for crying out loud!! They don’t trust it to do what it’s always done, which is take care of its business which includes you and everything ***about ***you.
Yeah, I’m happy and no, it’s not drugs.
You don’t come across as happy.
I think we’ve pretty well established the fact that I’m no sweeter than the next one and you can keep your gratitude as my activities have nothing whatsoever to do with you.
If I wasn’t enjoying myself I wouldn’t be here.
As for your other question: Who gives a shit?!?!
I’m not “coming across”, period. It’s strange, I know, but I have no need or desire to convince you that I’m a “happy camper”. I don’t want anything from you. Is that confusing? That I neither seek your approval nor fear your disapproval?
It’s not as rare as you think. I’m not an alien. Most don’t interact because that whole approval-seeking/disapproval-avoiding social dynamic is so…“no fun” and…“eww” but we’re “out there”. Not in groups or “posses”, but we’re there. We’re everywhere. Bwwwaahhhaha!
Fair enough, I suppose. You made the point that you’re reading what I write. I appreciate that. Whether or not you care is irrelevant to my appreciation.
So that’s a “yes.” Good. Entertainment is mostly what the internet, message boards, and this MB in particular are all about. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I imagine you don’t care, but I am.
I do.