It certainly took me long enough, I feel old sometimes...
I want to meet more people who challenge me.
So many people just agree with everything I say, because I sound smart.
But I want friends who tell me that I'm wrong and then prove it.
I want people in my life who challenge the way that I think, people who think differently than I do, and who can formulate logical arguments for their beliefs.
And this is why I still talk to Satan...and this is why I never get tired of talking to The Jester.
This is why I get so damn excited when people start debates with me on the Internet.
Because in depth, intellectual conversations are literally the most exciting things in the world.
I would never be bored if I could spend all my time having philosophical discussions.
The reason I suddenly decided to fall into one of my "nobody understands me and everyone is a moron" type of moods is because I'm discussing Fluid and Crystallized Intelligence with some guy that I knew in high school.
He is intelligent, I'll give him that.
But how will I ever manage to locate more people like this?
Mister J keeps telling me to join Mensa...
I don't think I'm smart enough.
I mean, doesn't Fluid Intelligence go into steady decline after young adulthood?
Meh...I was about to start discussing some article that I read about this AIDS treatment that worked really well, but lost funding....
Instead I'm going to talk about wine coolers, for fear of boring anyone who actually reads this stupid thing.
Piña Colada flavor is actually really yummy, even though I never drink wine coolers or anything like that.
Because the people who supply my liquor are usually guys.
Well, I did have Sangria wine coolers once...given to me by that one guy (the one who weirdly enough doesn't have a blog-related nickname despite the fact that we used to be really close, but who I generally refer to as "my bartender friend," even if he isn't the only bartender that I know)...and that whole thing is off-topic, but I've spent tons of time in his garage being a guinea pig for all his concoctions, playing "beer pong" with everything and anything that wasn't beer, and spending countless nights on his pullout bed discussing anime and video games.
He was just another guy who was in love with Catwoman...
But he used to mix us awesome margaritas during lunch at school and stuff, I used to always steal his coffee because...alcohol.
I wonder how he's doing, we haven't spoken since that one Halloween...it's been awhile.
He asked me to take care of Catwoman, because we were all worried about her...because we all knew how sheisty her boyfriend is/was.
Fun fact; she and her sleazy boyfriend finally broke up, but now he's using her for sex...but she still thinks she loves him.
Riddle me this, Batman?
And this is why a lot of people quit speaking to her.
*sigh*
My fucking friends...
That's what this blog was supposed to be about though, my private place to divulge people's personal lives?
More of my preoccupation with lives in general...my own or otherwise.
I'm fascinated by life.
My cats have separation anxiety, it's probably my fault for doting on them their entire lives.
They don't ever take me seriously, and they're completely spoiled.
I can't help it, how can I say no to those adorable, fluffy faces.
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