It's weird. I have always wondered on why people found themselves right. How they found themselves right too. I know how I do it. The links. I link one reason after another. Slowly. Carefully.
If my stomach growls, there's a reason. It could be because I have a tumour but that's near impossible. Hunger is the most valid option. I can be wrong but selecting anything else makes the probability of a wrong choice greater than the standard reasoning- that of hunger. Rationality is not cold. It's not mutually exclusive from emotions.
Thus I cannot get why so many people are illogical. Not just about love- I know how that one can be illogical, but about things in general.
Recently, an acquaintance(a word for when you are not friends, quite sad in its usage, really), wrote up a university application on why Socrates was stupid. That was pretty interesting, or so I thought. A satirical piece? It was not till later I read all his applications and all of them were horribly controversial. Why? Why the human love for controversy?
He went on to argue that Socrates was stupid because his essay was dumb and his essay was dumb because no one could really prove with any certainty they were smart. A teacher warned him incidentally. Writing an essay, arguing for the stupidity of a highly regarded man is impossible. Unless you are smarter. Unless you came up with a form of cogent argument that shows all his teachings to be utter rubbish.
Your name would then resound around the world. You would be famous; statues built everyone to commemorate the great thinker, you.
Why then? Why would this acquaintance of mine reply to the teacher that his essay is interesting and stand out?
Inserting a beatific piece of writing about how a recently proven article shows a long penis corroborate to a high intellect and then continuing to state that you believe the professor currently reading it would of course possess an extremely large genital is interesting. It stands out. It shocks. It even praises in a not so subtle fashion. That the professor would give the university placing to him is another thing altogether.
I was irritated enough to give him shitty advice. I hope I won't get punished for this, retribution, hell, bad karma. I told him I changed my mind, told him the essay was good and told him to use the same essay for every application. I wish him all the best and hope for his sake the readers found it intelligent.
Oh fuck this. I haven't study all day. Nothing away rather.
Here's a game for those who is taking the A levels, have something next week and have studied the whole day. Or anyone just looking for a break.
http://www.kongregate.com/games/Coolio_Niato/light-bot
It's programming on a cuter, simpler level. Watch out for level 10. Programmers said that was hard. Ho. Not for anyone who hat spending time on puzzles.
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