I don’t like arguing. I have done a lot of it in my days on this Earth, under that sun, but I don’t like it.
I just hate people being wrong ever so marginally more than I hate arguing.
Look, for the most part, for the vast, vast majority of issues in my life, I am a Live-and-Let-Live kinda guy. You love Kpop more than Jpop? You can’t stand onion on your hamburger? You think the Toronto Maple Leafs either will or won’t win that big cup thing? Give’er, you do you. I just don’t care.
But then there’s fundamental shit. If somebody wants to try and convince me that trans people aren’t people, yeah, I will stop whatever I’m doing and I will engage. You want to believe that some bearded white dude in the sky says you shouldn’t touch yourself, you go right ahead. You want to tell me that the same bearded white dude says homosexuality is a sin for everyone?
I will stop walking, smile, and we are gonna have a chat, my man.
I don’t know why I’m like this. My life would be easier if I were not (gods, how many times do I say that in a given week). But I am.
Last night I got into an argument about the nature of consciousness, which again, I don’t really care about. I believe that Free Will as most people understand it is an illusion, but other than the horrible ramifications that illusion has had on the justice system, it doesn’t really matter. But when the person brought up the possibility that there are things that exist and are not measurable… that got my heckles up.
All in all, a silly argument that should be of no consequence. Who cares what I think? I’m a self-proclaimed idiot. But it kept me up all night, and chances are very good that it will be weeks before I can forget the “Oh, I should’ve said this… and I shouldn’t have said that…” rerun reel I have going through my head right now.
Ah well. Such is life, sometimes.
Hope everyone is staying safe and healthy!