There is this student at work who comes up and chats to me every now and then. He studying psychology, and philosophy and all that sort of rubbish, and usually that is the sort of thing he talks about. I’m not quite sure how it happened, but basically we talk about what is consciousness, or god. You know, those big questions that you are never going to get an answer for.
And somehow I have ended up being the sceptic. I think it is my habit of disagreeing with people simply for the sake of it.
That isn’t quite true. I don’t disagree with everyone, but if some one says to me X is wrong when it is clearly an issue that cannot be proven then I am more than likely going to say no way, X is right. Because I don’t like when people think their opinions are right, and that everyone else just has to be persuaded.
And that probably ties in to my dislike of labels. I don’t think people fit into labels, and I don’t think there is any one answer to why things are the way they are.
Course, how this then fits into me taking the exact opposite stance I’m not quite sure. Because that means I’m doing the exact same thing, only in reverse.
Anyways, el studento is entertaining enough, and it passes the time. But I think he thinks that the answers I give him are what I actually believe. Which is amusing.
I am a sceptic of course. But I’m sceptical of anyone who says that This is TRUTH. I don’t believe there is one truth for everyone, and even if there is, that isn’t all that important.
If you cannot prove something is the TRUTH then it isn’t. That doesn’t make it wrong, or untrue. It just doesn’t make it the one and only way things could be.
Also, I have a tinfoil cut on my finger. You know the way you get a paper cut? Exact same, only from tinfoil. Honestly. Whats the story there?