I wrote these things on YouTube :
Shapiro reminds me of Bill O’Reilly in that he had that same furtive, nervous undertone in his voice when he approached this subject – like he knew he was talking absolute crap and was terrified he could get nailed on it at any second.
But he’s a right wing pundit, so it emphatically does not matter to him whether or not what he says is true. All that matters is whether his audience is convinced.
They come to him, after all, not for the truth but for words to soothe the voice of reason in their heads back to sleep by reassuring them that they don’t have to think or change, everything they already think just happens to be true, and they never have to grow up.
Your plea to theists was a waste of time, though, because none are watching. Literally everything about how you talk and act tells them you are NOT their friend and that you plan on trying to hurt them.
And, well, they’re not exactly wrong, are they?
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Proud of that bit o’ prose, I am!
Everything came together so crisply and snugly that it almost seems like I put a lot of effort into it.
We all know I didn’t, but still!
And I feel like I expressed things I have been trying to express for ages and expressed them better than I ever have before.
So apparently, I’ve leveled up!
Hooray for me!
That last point is an important one. In the REAL battle for hearts and minds, the one far beyond the verbal warfare we normally engage in, if you want to actually convince someone over to your side or at least closer to it, you have to know how you seem to them and what they see in you.
Lay down your swords, unstring your bows, and remember that very little in life is ever actually decided by argument. Stay your righteous wrath, remember mercy, and try to see the world through their eyes.
From their point of view. everyone who attacks their faith , even passively, is an enemy because attacking their faith hurts them. It hurts them on a very deep and intimate level and you are certainly not going to listen to anything someone like that says.
After all, they keep trying to hurt you!
And that’s how they are going to keep seeing you regardless of who is “right”. So if you have enough love in your heart to declare that you refuse to see anyone as an enemy and make peace with those at whom you have thrown stones, approach them unarmed and with open hands, and let them tell you how they see things.
You don’t have to agree.
You only have to understand.
Also did the Therapy Thursday thing today,
Weird : I didn’t have a session the last two weeks. From my point of view, he never called. Well from his point of view, he called!
So apparently he thought I was either not around or ignoring him. He should have known better – that would be incredibly unlike me and he knows me.
Like, when I went into the hospital last August, one of my primary concerns was that one of my roomies needed to call Doc Costin and tell him what’s what.
Still, I feel bad that he went through that. I knew I should have called him to see what’s what when he didn’t call, but my timidity convinced me otherwise.
Dang that timidity of mine.
The night shift
Well it’s night now and I’ve had several naps (natch) and the last one left me in a spooky frame of mind.
Yesterday’s “haunted” feeling has only deepened and right now I feel like a grave full of shadows, or maybe a dank fog rendered invisible by the lack of moonlight.
In other words, I’m feeling rather gothic. Like I have a wife I drove mad with my cruel indifference to her locked in the attack and it’s really getting to be time for me to go up and change her slop bucket and mop down her filth soaked orifices.
My imagination scares me sometimes.
Had a sort of crying jag earlier. Brief, sadly.
I say “sort of” because what started off as tears soon turned into some of the longest and most intense yawning I have ever experienced.
This has happened before. Apparently sometimes when one part of me is ready to finally part with some tears, another part jumps in to correct an oxygen imbalance.
Figures. Guess I’ll have to buy myself a big onion to cut.
I told Doc Costin about my feeling that I might have Asperger’s, He said that he thought maybe I had a sort of side branch of it, as I had a lot of the symptoms but was missing some major ones like the need for strict routine and extreme predictability, and the fact that I have zero problem understanding people and why they do what they do.
In fact, I’m so good at it it can be spooky.
And he’s right. And that might be enough to disqualify my diagnosis. And yet there is so much in the symptomology of Asperger’s that resonates with me.
I guess I am back to being unable to explain myself. I am my very own custom built strain of weirdo after all. A sad little robot boy.
Astroboy…. I understand it now…
Around and around. Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and all that manure. Oh, the tragedy of all this wasted potential.
Maybe somewhere out there in the annals of psychology is a more accurate diagnosis for whatever the fuck has been wrong with me since the day I was born.
I was such a strange child. Oddly calm and detached and self-controlled. Never interested in any normal child activities. Never ran around, or played with toys, or had friends to socialize with, or any of that.
The friends thing really hurt me, I think. There is so much you are supposed to get from your friends and they from you. But nope.
Them deciding I didn’t “need” kindergarten really fucked me over.
No wonder I am socially retarded.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.