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Sep 05, 2005 15:31

I wonder what causes humans to disect each other. Study each other. Judge them. Then I wonder, is this what humans do, or is this what I do? I do enjoy documenting every emotion and idea that humans say, to later refute it as plausible information..

It has adverse effects on people. My demeanure creates a sense of omniscience, a higher level of respect. I have had no enemies for the longest, and have had many rivals. As odd as it sounds, I pang for a blood-thirsy foe. Exaggeration. One of the best attributes about myself, is my ability to quickly make something comical - An extremely powerful tool both in offense and defense.

On the offensive, you can humiliate someone infront of peers whom they wish to gain respect. Make them seem ignorant, foolish, slow-witted. Make every verbal attack they launch simply bounce off, as if it were nothing. That is on the defensive.

On the other hand, I've rode that ability too long. Humor. It's really the only thing I'm good at. Yet, sadly, to achieve goals in this world it's really the only thing you need. Intelligence is a close second. Having both is increadibly destructive, or vitalizing, depending on the owner. If you have a great enough humor, you become likable, relatable. You stay on people minds, as they quote something that you may have said. But no one is going to vote for someone who has humor alone, unless it's some form of popularity contest.
The ability to disgrace another point of view, with a combination of both wits and humor, is unbeatable. For every peg you take up, you drop your opponent one. Always gaining two steps, instead of one.

Off topic. Disecting everyone's movements, taking mental notes to their body language, listening, and really listening to what they are implying. Not saying, words are inconclusive. What they imply is much greater. Is this normal? Do humans all research each other, for their own personal goals? What you may think now is that I am confused -- Searching my soul if you will. You would be wrong. I am merely instigating answers and questions.

Is everyone two faced? I know I certainly am. To be truely wise, I think you must be. You must express some things, in order to learn more things. Or at least that's how we'll justify it. At the risk of sounding like a after-school educational program, Knowledge is power. The more you know about something, the easier it is to conquer. There is no need for brute strength, as long as you have the wits to control it.

Take sport players for example. I believe recently a basketball player was signed 50-100 million dollars from Nike. Now a player, brute strength mind you, is being paid the big bucks. But by who? Who has these big bucks? The mind who created nike. The person who knows how to manipulate the players, to quickly renew his lost cash flux.

Compassion is the greatest weakness of humans. Because we all long for it. We all long for the warmth of another body, the smile of a friendly face, the understanding of a comrade. Another step to becoming happy, to obtain the goal so many people want. To be happy.

But what if someone wanted a higher level? Is happiness, all there is to obtain in life? Is that the meaning (!) It matters not. Or does it? Now you may label me confused, if you did I would not look at you any lower. Because it would be impossible. This would be the safe point to stop. This is where I'd leave.

But I would not look at you any lower, because it is highly likely I could not. I place all existance beneath mine. I only wish to be happy. But, to do so, my body requires me to make my surrondings happy. And to make my surrondings happy, the people must be happy. So I do things not out of kindness, but out of need to fulfill my own desires. The weakness I talk about rears it's ugly head. Compassion. If I eliminated compassion, I would eliminate happiness, my purpose. Then what would there be? No sadness. Because my mind would forget to feel the extremes. No happiness, no sadness. So I would just exist. Exist as yet another person on this planet, whom would end up dead at some time or another, and no one would care.

But my wish is to be immortal, when I exit stage left....

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