I'm listening to: Taking Back Sunday - You're So Last Summer

I feel like my favourite geek (pre-mid-season-three) sometimes. Unfortunately, as far as I know, nothing around me is such that a genuine comparison is warranted, and nobody has the same compelling motivations for that kind of behavior (or lack thereof). Very unfortunately. So I'll just have to settle for the most ordinary reasons which are, perhaps, not even that common. But a very timely bit of food for thought: what seems so undeniably clear cut might not actually be giving the right idea about what's going on. It's a little like Gettier's problem. 

I just happened to read this a short while ago; an anonymous song reviewer said she assumed that because her ex was so quick to replace her with another girl, she meant nothing to him, but what he did (a constant variable?) turned out to be because of the exact opposite and it's not hard to see how it's just as likely, even though it doesn't make him look so cool. I think the point is that for most of what we 'know', we really only think we know. And of course it isn't good enough to make every kind of judgment we often make, not just to avoid being unfair to the other party, but simply because it's quite pointless given the mediocre sort of information and processing capabilities we have to settle for. To put it another way, it's logically meaningless, though ironically so, since it depends on the inadequacy of the application of logic. Yeah, so, I'm really not preaching about the principle of charity - or is it the benefit of the doubt? - because they're besides the point. 

You can forget everything I mentioned in the past, I can't really be bothered and I don't think I care anyway. You're an awful waste of my time - so go right ahead and throw yourself out of my brain. YOU are sick.

p.s. I'm sad I lost my retainers. I even dreamt that I found them and I was so disappointed when I woke up. I don't know what the cats did with them but I shouldn't have left them lying around.

You're a touch overrated; 

You're a lush and I hate it, 

But these grass stains on my knees 

They won't mean a thing. 

And all I need to know 

Is that I'm something you'll be missing.