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the devil made me do it

by J at 11:21 pm on 26.07.2005Comments Off
filed under: mutterings and musings

was going to write a nice long blog about all kinds of stuff, but instead I wasted all my energy and typing skills arguing online with someone about racial profiling and the “shoot-to-kill” policy, so now I’m really quite tired. (there’s a certain point of the day where i am a good typist – it’s usually after about an hour or two of warmup, lasts for all of about 24 minutes, and everything just goes downhill from there…)

i hate arguing with someone who not only can’t follow your line of reasoning, but who can’t even follow their own! you know, they start changing their argument halfway through – or as soon as they realise your logic whips their ass. or… they make a big giant circle with their argument, and don’t even realise they’ve arrived back at the beginning. or… they shift the topic of argument right underneath your feet, you know, the goalposts are constantly moving, because they either forget what the original question was, or they realise they don’t know enough to debate coherently. that’s what my energy was wasted on today.

me – I love to argue. and i love it even more when i’m defending a position i don’t even believe, or playing devil’s advocate. i like to bait people and nitpick, and summon whole theories out of thin air, just to be contrary or try and huff-and-puff their argument down. but most of the time, i won’t argue unless i know a lot about the topic. i wait until the deck is stacked in my favour, and then i get into the ring. but once i start, i want to go the full 10 rounds. i want to see some substance and originality in the counterpoints. i want to see something heavy-duty behind the facade. i want to see what the argument and arguer are made of.

mostly i just like to make people concede, admit i could have a point, or bow out. if you can’t stand the heat, get outta the kitchen. i like to be challenged, to try to think my way out of a corner. i like making my brain work against a skilled opponent. and then, after my victory, i like to get in the last word.

but even more than winning, i like to be *right*.

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