The Importance Of Being Communicative

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As I was pondering the nature of human interactions while jamming out to some jams and eating chicken, (because YOLO,) a thought of profoundly trivial importance crossed my mind.  It runs something along the lines of this:

Language sucks.  Sure, if we didn’t have it, we’d be screwed in a societal sense, but on a personal level, I think everyone would be a little better off if we never had to obey the rules of a fixed language.  If you had no words to bind your emotions, all of your expression would be pure, as it would come straight from the source, with no annoying middleman.  Obviously, I am not suggesting that everyone all of a sudden stop using words, although I don’t always use them, I just think communication would be so much simpler and more honest without them.

Like I said, I don’t always use words to express myself.  Sometimes simple noises, or even silence, can be far more truthful.  People have told me that it is aggravating that I don’t answer their questions in ways that they can understand.  I find those people equally aggravating because they aren’t making an effort to leave their comfort zone, and tapping into pure emotional communication.

Just a thought.  If you have time, think about it yourself.  Or don’t, your choice.

-Harry

Bonus Thought Challenge!

Name four things that are holier than thou.  Deities don’t count.  Go!

A Thought For A Thursday

Today’s thought is being brought to you by:  God, Tuna, Kittens, and Readers Like You.

As I was pondering the meaning of existence, (because, you know, it’s Thursday,) I stumbled across a thought that I found particularly amusing.  It goes something like this:

Gliese 581G’s reality as a planet is not confirmed.  However, it is the closest extraterrestrial body we know of that could support life similar to the kind that we have here on Earth.  So, if Drake’s Equation has a positive whole number answer, and they happen to be living on Gliese 581G, do they think that our existence is not confirmed?

That would be silly, because everyone knows that we exist.  Right?  Just a thought.

-Harry

Welcome

Welcome to Yellow Brick Roads For The Color Blind.  If you are reading this, prepare to be over-, under-, or regularly-whelmed.  Let me start with the following disclaimer: I have no idea what is going to happen next.  With that out of the way, let’s begin.

My name is Harry.  As I am typing this, I am the smartest guy in the room.  I am the only guy in the room.  Ipso facto, I am also the dumbest, and of the two options, (smartest or dumbest) I prefer being lazy.  My mind works in ways that I don’t always understand.  In that regard, you and I are both very much alike and simultaneously polar opposites.  If I’ve lost you already, either go back to the beginning or stop reading, the choice is yours.  If you’re keeping up, wonderful.  I was rather hoping you would.

As you may have noticed, I am full of lovely little contradictions.  I like that.  It makes me feel like a quantum computer of some sort, although infinitely less complex.  Which brings me to the next fun tidbit about myself: I have no super powers.  That thought is very reassuring to me.  Sometimes, in the course of a conversation, the question will arise, “If you could have one super power, what would it be?”  I invariably answer, “teleportation,” and invariably, I am lying.  The reason I lie is so I don’t look like a dick.  The truthful answer is as follows: “I don’t need a super power, and if I did, I sure as shit wouldn’t tell you, as that would render any super power I was unlucky enough to have utterly useless.”

The final thing you need to know about me in this little post is that I believe in pants.  I consider shorts to be a variant of pants, so I believe in them as well.  That’s pretty much the extent of my religious views.  (No idolatry.  That would be a waste of pants.)

So keep your pants on.

-Harry