Let the shaming begin...
Double shame with a slice of lime...
I always make sense until it is proven I am talking nonsense. See the colon fiasco, for example.
You have not convinced me James. Sorry.
How's this, since the beginning of recorded history. We know it was going on way before then however.
Not true. You live and breathe to talk about this stuff. It is your passion.
I have no idea why shaming is relevant here. I think that people should try to do the right thing. Even if they fail. Nothing shameful about that.
Well, I haven't seen you make sense in this particular conversation. Your arguments were not good. You must know it yourself.
(Anatomically, humans are herbivores.
Biologically, we are omnivores, but that's a rather new thing. We became omnivorous when we came up with the ability to cook meat. Before that, we ate plants. But I don't think any of this is relevant here.)
Yes, this is my passion, in the sense that I don't really get much enjoyment from it, but it's just something that I feel I have to do. I want to help. It's like being Spider-Man. Except that I mostly hate it. I'm always much happier writing about things that don't matter at all. Things like Spider-Man.
I don't know how I always end up having these conversations with you. (
Olli Brander, remember?) It's so tiring. What's the point? And why do I care? I don't know if you remember me, but I remember you and I sometimes think about you. I wonder who you are. What drives you? Sometimes you're insightful and great, then you're crude and sort of dumb. You're always intelligent, but sometimes you turn it down. Why do people come here? And
who are the people who do? I have a feeling that all the regulars here are very lonely people. (And this is not an insult. There's nothing wrong with being lonely. I'm lonely.) This is a place where lonely people can come to pretend that they have a nice spot in a social hierarchy. A secure place for insecure souls. Maybe it's all about that.
I don't know. This place is ghosts. And I really should get out, for good. This isn't making me happy. I should be writing a book. Are you happy?