Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
^says the guy who constantly informs us of his life's failures and frustrations including his constant contemplation about suicide. Why don't you just laugh about it RisiR? Why are you so serious? Learn to be like me and maybe you wouldn't hate life so much.
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
You like it when people make fun of you? Your emotional problems are deeper than I thought. I'll talk to you whenever I feel like it and won't give two shits about what you want. Nobody is forcing you to read it, dummy.
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
I'm sorry, Obbe. The difference is the intention. Usually I try to be hurtful but this time I wanted to have some fun at your expense.
Still a bitchmove. I see your point but I'm still really enjoying your reaction. Haha.
You mad?
The point is that your intention is irrelevant. The outcome is exactly the same regardless of your intention: If all anyone can see is that you're an asshole it doesn't matter if you were trying to be a clown, everyone just thinks you're an asshole.
Anyway the reaction that you enjoy so much was actually just my attempt to mimic the way you react to people, like recently when you got all worked up over a picture I posted and you asked me to stop talking to you. Haha. You sure do have some funny emotional problems.
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
You should write a novel about what you think a soul is and why you think it's a real thing. Or, at least write a response to me in that thread. I'm not trying to argue with you I am genuinely interested in your opinion.
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
They are all posting like Obbe, too.
WTF RisiR? I knew you would not be able to keep your word. You ginger bitch asshole wiperer. We could have been friends. Or at least friendly aquantiences. But no, you can't help but be a rude fucking cunt every chance you get. No wonder you're a mess of a person with no self esteem, no friends, no job and no direction in life. Enjoy choking on my fumes.
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
I am a soul occupying a body. A decaying body, at that. Once my soul separates from this body, or the body from the soul (or parts of the body from the soul), then the body is no longer considered "me." My person, as observed by other earthly beings, will cease to exist, and I will become unrecognizable.
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
Let me explain to you the nature of the universe. Now Philip K. Dick is right about time, but he's wrong that it's 50 A.D. Actually, there's only one instant, and it's right now, and it's eternity. And it's an instant in which God is posing a question, and that question is basically, 'Do you want to, you know, be one with eternity? Do you want to be in heaven?' And we're all saying, 'No thank you. Not just yet.' And so time is actually just this constant saying 'No' to God's invitation. I mean that's what time is. I mean, and it's no more 50 A.D. than it's two thousand and one. And there's just this one instant, and that's what we're always in. And this is the narrative of everyone's life. That, you know, behind the phenomenal difference, there is but one story, and that's the story of moving from the "no" to the "yes." All of life is like, "No thank you. No thank you. No thank you." then ultimately it's, "Yes, I give in. Yes, I accept. Yes, I embrace." I mean, that's the journey. I mean, everyone gets to the "yes" in the end, right?
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
I do wonder what the motivation to post comments on porn sites is at all, I think you usually need to sign up for an account which is also something I'm not sure I see the benefit in. Like do people experience sexual gratification tacking a comment onto a video or something? Are they earnestly trying to communicate their preference to other people jerking off? The economics of comments on porn videos is puzzling to me.
I don't know from experience but I believe that some members upload content that can only be viewed if you become their "friend" by signing up and sending them a friend request.
Aside from that I assume the motivation is similar to our own motivations to post here. You hang out on an online community long enough you become attached to it.
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
Shit nigga, is this your diary? Dear niggasin.space, today I asked a girl out. Dear niggasin.space, I should get back in shape. Except nobody cares in space...
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
I'll look for that and give it a read. Let me ask you some questions Lanny. If I understand what you're saying, you are saying there is no coherent definition of "the self" across time. So do you still identify with memories of your past or plan for your future? If we entirely replaced your body and brain with synthetic replacements, would you still be you?
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
It's true that we are not the authors of our thoughts, as that would require thinking about what you are going to think about before you think it. But if we are not our thoughts, what are we?
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
I think the subconscious are just thoughts/mental processes that we are not typically conscious of, similar to how we are not typically conscious of physical processes like your heartbeat or the digestion of food.
By comparison what does that make consciousness? Is consciousness as special or important as people tend to believe? Does free will exist or not, and do questions like this even mean anything?
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
Are you your body? Sure, at least in a way. But is there a line where this stops being true? How much of yourself can be removed or replaced before you stop being you, and does this question even make sense?
Your physical existence is made up of cells - trillions of them, and each one is a living being, a little machine made out of proteins. Your cells work together to form larger structures and systems used to perform various tasks like enabling you to breathe or eat food, or to read and understand these words. If we were to remove some of your cells from your body and kept them in a specific environment, your cells will continue to live on their own, at least for awhile. Your cells can exist without you, but can you exist without your cells? If we were to remove all of your cells from your body, "you" wouldn't exist anymore.
Where is the line where a pile of your cells stops being you? If you were to donate an organ to someone does this mean that a part of you becomes a part of this other person, or is this other body keeping a part of you alive? If you and a random person were to somehow start to slowly exchange cells, one cell at a time, would we reach a point in time where you become them and they become you?
The image of "yourself" as a static thing is untenable. Almost all of your cells will have died and been replaced by new cells every at least once every 7 years or so. We are constantly changing, growing, you are not the same now as you were in the past or how you will be in the future. We know that you are made up of trillions of little things, made of smaller little things that are constantly changing. Together all those little things are not static, but dynamic. Their composition and condition is changing constantly, so we might just be a self-sustaining pattern without clear borders that gained self awareness at some point and now has the ability to think about itself through time and space but really only exists in this this exact moment.
When did this pattern start? With your conception, when the first human arose, when life first began on our planet, or when the elements that make up our bodies were first forged in a star? The human brain evolved to deal with absolutes. The fuzzy borders that make up reality are hard to grasp. Maybe ideas like beginning and end, life and death, you and me are really not absolutes, but ideas belonging to a fluent pattern in this strange and beautiful universe.
Obbe
Alan What?
[annoy my right-angled speediness]
I wasn't trying to rub anything in bud. I didn't realize you were on the verge of homelessness and lonely death. I don't hate you. You seem like a regular guy just trying to get by. Anyway, I really like those ichiban noodles.
