Many of us spend our lives thinking of science and philosophy. Looking for answers to the meaning of life the universe and our place in it. And then eventually we die. Have we not accomplished anything? Does our knowledge somehow live on beyond death? What is the point of seeking knowledge?
Help me sound deep so I can pull mad bitches
That hasn’t been my experience. As soon as I start talking about the meaning of life the universe and everything. Their eyes glaze over and they go dance with a construction worker instead.
Some advice:
-in my experience the environments that facilitate dancing and those that facilitate deep philosophical discussion as a means of courtship are often mutually exclusive. Try finding some people to smoke some weed with instead or save the really deep conversations to situations where you’re already in an environment already conducive to that. Like over coffee or a drink at a quiet bar.
-please try some reflection on the kind of thinking that leads you to talk down about people because of their profession like that.
Been there buddy. I’ve been the nerd, and I’ve also danced with the construction worker. I think both lifeways have some merit in their contexts.
I can’t confront my biases unless I know about them. Thus, asking questions is an important part of self discovery. Thanks for you’re reply.
You remind me of my favorite Keith Haring painting.
The guy trying not to drown?
nah
Lol. That works too.