"Everything in Moderation", the Boastful Average

For that matter, can one fake creativity?
The happy transvestive can fake all his outrageous flair but be a sad mess backstage , its easy faking emotion.
Its not as easy with skill.
 
B is worse because he spends his life anxious, too busy trying to be and not beng, and too engrossed in his image that he‘d never pick up on the subtelty of why Roman would ask that question of Gendanken.

Person A, at least, does not have the complications of artifice.
 
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But isn't that a form of bullshit?
Faking skill? Surely.
You’re trying to fish me out a contradiction, oh my brother.

I believe that bullshit is easier than truth.
But faking skill is nowhere near as easy as faking mood.
For example, between faking your skills on a job application and faking your being happy, which lie would last longer?
 
God you're boring.
You have to expect that when people are replying to you simply because you are gendanken, rather than because they're interested in whatever subject matter you happen to be shitting on about.

If you re-registered as mike stevens before starting this thread you wouldn't have gotten any boring replies, you wouldn't have got any replies at all.

You remind me of stevie wonder, everyone wants to hang out at your house in your dining room listening to you play the piano and sing, but you haven't been any good for years. They'll keep pleading with you to play one more song, but when you do they'll be gritting their teeth through the whole thing.
Roman accidentally yawned while requesting another song, and you're all "hey where's the enthusiasm brother?".
Well, frankly, it's getting hard to maintain.
 
gendanken said:
Faking skill? Surely.
You’re trying to fish me out a contradiction, oh my brother.

I believe that bullshit is easier than truth.
But faking skill is nowhere near as easy as faking mood.
For example, between faking your skills on a job application and faking your being happy, which lie would last longer?

Faking skill is not faking creativity. You can have artists who can copy a photo with perfection and who are nauseatingly boring because all they do is grab a photo and copy. I estimate it's this way with everything.

Faking of happiness lasts longer. Many do it all life long.
 
He, he, he…..FUN

Whitewolf:
Faking skill is not faking creativity. You can have artists who can copy a photo with perfection and who are nauseatingly boring because all they do is grab a photo and copy. I estimate it's this way with everything.

Faking of happiness lasts longer. Many do it all life long.
Good point.

The word "skill" is tenuous though and I’m being anal here- for example, would one say a starling repeating you word for word is a skill? To me, its more his instinct or trait, like its feathers.

What am I saying here?

Doobie doo doobe doo, I don't know but ...I did bring up starlings and those are birds on Animal Planet!!

You know, the same channel this outragoussss misanthrope Dr. Lou here watches at home with his pooch.
AWWW, you pathetic little "ocker" , you're so shocking and...and..and..rude and outrageous they'd lick your balls up in NY just to stick you on TV!!

Dr. Lou:

I wonder how many murderous brutes like you that all Goths wish they were like on the inside work at a publishing company and then go home to watch butch porn.

he, he, he....ok, one more:
You remind me of stevie wonder,
Speaking of Stevies, know who you remind me of?


That curly haired idiot using crocodiles and his baby on national television for publicity. Ha, he gets all exited over Koala poop and makes sure the cameras get a good angle of a harmless lizard biting his thumb.

See, Steve was a virtual nobody in Australia but once they brought his antics to America with the preps *SNAP*, he's an overnight success making millions per year- you're popular here too, Lou.
And you're both from the same fucking continent, how you like them apples???!!

You little walking publicity you, you're him holding that ugly kid of his
"Croicky, look at moi son with the crocodoyle!! Remeber moi movie??"

ha, he'll be going door to door years from now carrying a photo album when people forget him the same way you'll be sticking your finger up your pussy, telling dirty jokes trying to get people to laugh at you when nobody cares.
You're doing it now.
Mwahhhhhhhhhhahhah, faggot.

and you're all "hey where's the enthusiasm brother?".
Well, frankly, it's getting hard to maintain.
Not as hard as your image, Oh my brother.
 
You know, I've been thinking a little bit on what you've said (no take backs, by the way), about mania.

I'm going to talk about me now.

The best way for me to get manic is stress. I put off study long enough that the nagging voice gets real loud, informing me I'm failing half my courses. Then I go and spend 4 hours lifting, or climbing. It doesn't really matter what I do, as long as I end up sweating, and thoroughly pumped, all the working tissues exhausted. I stop sleeping for the next couple days, staying awake on caffiene and sugar. By about the 30th conscious hour, I reach a mild euphoria. Music sounds really good. Food tastes better. Thoughts come faster, sharper. I reach a coherency that's like ratatat, sand in my gat. And it's a hell of a lot cheaper than coke.

Which leads me to my next bit, not about me but everyone (gosh, philosophy is all about excusing an individual's foibles by foisting them on everybody, isn't it? Or am I just projecting?). Drugs are really popular. Really, really popular. I'm unaware of any culture that doesn't endorse some sort of mind altered state (whether it be a puritanical religious ecstasy or getting hammered at a highschool party), usually with the help of a drug.

Minds actively seek different states. Different windows to look out, I guess. Even a mediocre mind realizes how little it sees and wants to see more. Or perhaps mental stimulation is fun in and of its self, because it's what us humans do best. We think.

Dogs run (and they love it), cats stalk (and they love it), birds fly (and ravens dig it), and it all happens to be what they've carved outas their little niche.

So.
Um.
Yeah?
 
Roman said:
I reach a coherency that's like ratatat, sand in my gat. And it's a hell of a lot cheaper than coke.

You know what's the word for men's underpants/underwear in my native language? Gate. ['guh-tah] So the image that was evoked in my mind by what you said is that you have sand in your underpants ...
Uh.


Which leads me to my next bit, not about me but everyone (gosh, philosophy is all about excusing an individual's foibles by foisting them on everybody, isn't it? Or am I just projecting?).

Welcome to Sciforums!


So.
Um.
Yeah?

Seriously. Don't treat your brain and your body as if they were a piece of shit.
Granted, having your mind in an "altered state" may seem supercool, and you get one revelation after another -- but in the end, pursuing such states only exhausts you, leaving long-term damage. And the insights you get that way -- what are they worth? Can you use them in any other way but to accentuate how cool you are? And what does that bring you?
 
Dear deary deary water;
I have all sorts of things in my pants.

Why, just the other week it was the sharp part of a chain link fence.
I woke up and thought it was ticks.
But they were nicks.

And I'm not just talking about drunken fratboy antics.
People everywhere seem to yearn for different ways to look at the world.
Not that I'm excusing anything, just noticing.
Peyote anyone?

A large part of the altered views involves community. Heaps of cultures have a sanctioned "get drunk to relaxed social mores scene to create stronger bonds in the community" party. Alcohol's a party drug.

For the many of us who aren't genuises, just uninspired mediocre hacks, drugs go a little ways in, ah, inspiration.

After the manic's creativity comes the suicidal depression, no?
After last night's binge comes the hangover.

As the title goes "Everything in Moderation," doesn't seem to get one very far. Extremes, though dangerous and destructive, seem to often be productive.
 
Roman said:
And I'm not just talking about drunken fratboy antics.
People everywhere seem to yearn for different ways to look at the world.
Not that I'm excusing anything, just noticing.
Peyote anyone?

A large part of the altered views involves community. Heaps of cultures have a sanctioned "get drunk to relaxed social mores scene to create stronger bonds in the community" party. Alcohol's a party drug.

For the many of us who aren't genuises, just uninspired mediocre hacks, drugs go a little ways in, ah, inspiration.

Look, why on earth are you bothering with this? Why do you think you must go along with the flow of "society"? Why do you think you are "uninspired" or "mediocre"? Whom the hell are you trying to please? And what the hell does such pleasing bring you?!
 
water said:
Look, why on earth are you bothering with this?

Bothering with this argument, or bothering with parties?
Argument: I had an idea somewhere in here that I wish to find. Perhaps all this sand will turn to a pearl.
Self abuse: Umm, because I like it? Finding your limits, your tolerance; it's a fun game. But that's a good question. Where's the fun in self-abuse? I have hard time explaining it biologically, which is really the only way I explain things these days (what Xev call it? armchair evolutionary theory?).

water said:
Why do you think you must go along with the flow of "society"?

I really don't. Society's awefully compelling, yeah. But I've been holing up, hiding out. People see me and go "Roman, I haven't seen you in weeks! Where you been?" and I want to tell them, "Hiding from you."

water said:
Why do you think you are "uninspired" or "mediocre"?

Gosh, I feel a little uncomfortable with all these questions directed at ME. I'd like to be able to answer them as a detached intellectual. But I'll talk about me. I don't mind TOO much :).
I'm too cynical to commit to anything. I don't do anything that great. Maybe I could, but I haven't. Not doing something is practically the same as incapability.

water said:
Whom the hell are you trying to please?

God, my parents and the Queen.

water said:
And what the hell does such pleasing bring you?!

You know what I don't get? How you feel about the individual in relation to other people. Do we need people? Is it a design flaw, or do other people matter? Should they?

Biologically, we need other people. And biology shades everything we do. In all aspects of existence we need other people.

Why I behave in accordance with group values should be obvious, then. My ego is attached to how people value me, in proportion to how much I respect them.
 
Roman,


Bothering with this argument, or bothering with parties?

I mean, why are you bothering with thinking you must be cool?


I really don't. Society's awefully compelling, yeah. But I've been holing up, hiding out. People see me and go "Roman, I haven't seen you in weeks! Where you been?" and I want to tell them, "Hiding from you."

I think it's alright to get away from people sometimes.


Gosh, I feel a little uncomfortable with all these questions directed at ME. I'd like to be able to answer them as a detached intellectual. But I'll talk about me. I don't mind TOO much .

I didn't expect you to answer those questions. They were more meant to make you consider certain aspects of life ...


Not doing something is practically the same as incapability.

God, my parents and the Queen.

Dear Roman, please don't think this way.


You know what I don't get? How you feel about the individual in relation to other people. Do we need people? Is it a design flaw, or do other people matter? Should they?

Biologically, we need other people. And biology shades everything we do. In all aspects of existence we need other people.

Why I behave in accordance with group values should be obvious, then. My ego is attached to how people value me, in proportion to how much I respect them.

Apply what you're saying above to this very situation. I am one of those "other people" to you? Do you need me? Do I matter? Should I matter? Biologically, do you need me? Again, these are not questions I'd expect a direct answer to, they are only meant to further the discussion.

I say we don't need other people, but at least to some extent, we need quality communication. And quality communication, we can only get from other people. Not from everyone, of course, but surely from some.
 
Too much communication reduces the quality of the communication, sometimes...
 
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