Whenever I think of the term "Dry Sarcasm", I think of a cow rolling around in a hay field that's been set afire.
Let it never be said that an idiot who owes someone a swift apology cannot make good, or at least catchy and clever music. I love that songLeemaster777 said:A Kanye West song recently gave me an introspective moment. Seriously.
It was Stronger:
Specifically, the line "There's a thousand yous, there's only one of me." Now, I understand what he OBVIOUSLY meant by that, but I found that statement rather interesting upon reflection.
It sort of sums up how all people look at everyone else. To you, there is only you. You're the only person like yourself in the entire world. But if you look at some random person on the side of the road, that's "just some guy" or "just some girl". You group them as "people". But to each and every one of them, there is only them. And YOU are just "some guy".
Just something that popped into my head.
When you fall asleep, I pick my nose and stuff all of it into yours.ChuQue37 said:TL;DR Post something nobody has ever posted before
That has to be the best thing I've heard all day.MercenaryCanary said:Whenever I think of the term "Dry Sarcasm", I think of a cow rolling around in a hay field that's been set afire.
I have though about this myself, although I've never reached the state you describe. I would welcome the chance to experience it though, no matter how it'd alter my life. It'd probably leave me a cold and cynical person, but I'd take the risk. To view humanity and life from a completely new perspective, unknown to any other human.Thespian said:Ahem. Okay. This might indeed be original.
It was a really weird thought I had that terrifies me to this day. I was just sitting in my bed, thinking, when the thought came to me "Alright, how are doin' here?"
By which I mean, how is my life progressing. No, it was different. It was "How is this life progressing."
The best means of which I can use to translate my meaning is that it had all the effect of playing an RPG and going to your character screen to check your stats and progress and sum up how things went.
All of a sudden, I felt like I wasn't me. I wasn't who I am, but rather some other force piloting this person through life. For just a brief second, I was 100% objective. I didn't care, you see. I didn't care for anything - Not my passions, not my principles, not those around me. You may not understand the weight of this. I am hugely attached to my beliefs and my loved ones and they are the most important things to me. And in that second, it was all trivial. It was as though I had completely detached myself. I looked to the future of my life with less of the worried fear that I once had, and more of a bemused curiosity. And I might have considered the person I am in love with, to test the boundaries of this state, but it instilled such a fear in my being that they, too, might seem trivial from here, that I immediately snapped back to reality.
Ever since, I haven't tried to replicate that thought out of fear. I may not have described it well, but...
I'm not a spiritual person. At all. This might make me believe that humans have some ethereal aspect to them that I tapped into, but I'm a tad too scientific for that.
My whole life seemed dispensable and insignificant. Now, I've never struggled with insignificance - in the cosmic sense. When I see people searching for meaning, I think "Feh. Whatevs" since to me, it's the horizontal significance that counts, not the vertical. Vertical, in my mind, being remembered throughout history, and horizontal being liked and acknowledged by those around you, friends and family.
But this was different. It was like I was significant to me. Like this whole life was another disposable container... Shudder.
Oh, and, no I wasn't high or drunk or anything when this thought occurred. I have a boring life of sobriety.
Aye, that he did. Cogito Ergo Sum. I think therefore I am.zehydra said:I think Descartes came to the same conclusion as well.intheweeds said:This is actually already a theory based on the 'many worlds' interpretation of a certain aspect of quantum mechanics if I'm not mistaken.Condor219 said:I am the only person that I know am 100% trustworthy, 100% controllable, and 100% true. Everyone, everything, that I encounter, could be an illusion. All others could be animals simply placed here to view my reaction by some higher being, or (in a more "government conspiracy" fashion) they could be robots or contolled devices meant to react in certain ways to each and every one of my statements. I only know of my sentience, because that is the only one I know is under my control. Everything I ever do could be meticulously planned out so I could experience it, and I'd never know it. Maybe my life is a gigantic simulation, and when I die I'll wake up out of the simulation booth as a completely different being. But regardless of all that, I accept everything around me to be real, because no truer sense of reality exists. And if some greater presence were controlling the events around me, I need to do my best to satisfy that control; what else can I do besides that if it was my purpose? Anyway, I hope whoever read this enjoyed it.
back in 1656.
Frig. Why does the public education system insist on not teaching philosophy? -_-