Next Thursday, in Phiiosophy class, sit in a different place. Do NOT sit in the chair next to the young Gothy girl who comes in late, slams her stuff down, has pretty big body odor issues, begins to paint her nails (black), which is actually a blessing as it masks the aforementioned odor issues, develops hinge-head before she falls asleep and then begins to breathe very very loudly, wakes up, removes her shoes (for some unknown reason) which totally caps off the stinkfest happening, which brings us to the end of our third hour of lecture and we are then dismissed. Meanwhile, during all of this, the teacher has the habit of looking at me A LOT of the time...and I wonder, "Does he think I'm the one that smells?...is that why he's looking at me?...or does he think I'm insightful/attractive?"...these are vastly different perspectives and can make the ponderer quite crazy...like crazy is even remotely new to me...DANG, I hate philosophy/Aristotle/Plato/the Church/Geocentric vs heliocentric/Copernicus/Descarte.
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Okay...what the heck is that pic you added. It's so confussing?! Maybe you should come to Ohio and explain it to me. lol
Jette, if I totally understood that pic, I probably wouldn't have to take the class. Also, I think it's just a bunch of convoluted lines of thought that only philosophers have time to contemplate...the rest of us are living a relatively "unexamined" life and are doing quite nicely, thank you very much.
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