Martin
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Because we have emotions, we have feelings. Whether imagined or real, doesn't matter, we feel pain, love, hatred, and misery.Why do you feel misery?
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Because we have emotions, we have feelings. Whether imagined or real, doesn't matter, we feel pain, love, hatred, and misery.Why do you feel misery?
Litany said:Hello.
are you really sure you want to be friends?
First, because I wipe my own butt, that does not mean I am in control of my life; I can guide it.Okay, so you are in control of your own life.
Why do you feel misery, love, pain, etc& ?
sandra! said:yes. i like origami, have large sums of money, i'm trustworthy, and i have a complete set of kidneys.
Litany said:Excellent. Then let's get the thread back on topic and ignore all those philosophical dweebies talking about their sad blue bottoms.
If I'm to be your friend, I'll need your complete schedule and home address. I never really feel I know a person until I've stalked them for a couple of weeks and rifled through their bins once or twice.
In other news...do the moderators on this forum not have the power to split threads? That way all the posts about misery and arse wiping could be tucked away in their own little thread.
warm_enema said:Come on, Litany, you greedy little tart...join us.
Okay. I didn't even know about the pies. You really are. Why didn't you share? What flavour were they? I was referring to your want of someone else's kidneys.Litany said:No. I can't be doing with all this existential nonsense. I swear people just argue that things aren't really there and apples aren't apples just so they can infuriate other people and wind them up. Not that I would ever accuse you of deliberately trying to wind people up. But it just doesn't interest me even slightly. If you want to claim that everything is a figment of the imagination of a giant's hairy arse, then that's your claim and there's really nothing anyone can say to dispute it. It's like you trying to disprove the existence of the invisible, formless, neon-pink, flying monkeys I have living in my loft. You just can't.
And I'm not greedy. Those pies would have gone stale if I hadn't eaten them.
sandra! said:lol okay. weekdays i stay at home- i eat, watch tv and sleep. weekends- i play tennis at this country club. I live in a little mousehole by the beach.