Just one problem in this seemingly efficient ordering of compounding chaos, something which I affectionately like to refer to as "people". People just fuck shit up. Myself included. Or take Socrates, the quotethable thee art thou to thine own self SUICIDE. Probably the dumbest smart person to exist in his time. Self-taught unemployed military genius scientist, raised up Plato (who in turn raised up Aristotle) and supporter of Spartans (circa "THIS IS SPARTA!!!" B.C.), who was accused of corrupting the minds of youth. Rather than say something cool at trial, he asked instead to be paid and sentenced to death, despite a successful jailbreak by Plato and co (so says Plato). Since the justices wouldn't allow a death sentence sans trial, Socrates took it upon himself to pour his own poison and cheers to his wife and three sons with a straight-no-chaser gulp. And yes, we quote him and all of his followers to this day as a model of intelligence, logic, and above all, good sense.
I used to care. Really, I used to love logic, self-critical examination, reason above all... derp derp derp. The factory floor was a beautiful symmetry of black and white functioning at maximum capacity while studying every gray area that dusted up until it picked a side. I used to be smart, too. That's what smart is like. Really busy factories. I was learned, studied, educated; which is really just another way of saying I paid people to read to me and ask me questions (a modern method invented by, you guessed it, Socrates). Now, I'm not that smart. In fact, I'm the dumbest smart person I know. Maybe the dumbest dumb person I know, too. I shit the bed in "living" years ago and I still haven't cleaned it up, nor do I care to, nor probably will I. Why? One word: comfort.
Example: I recently couch-binged a movie called "Nanny McPhee Returns" in which I saw an interesting exchange about cow shit. (No, my time isn't that valuable, nor busy). An elderly lady is about to sit in the middle of a field to have a picnic when a gentleman takes her by the arm to stop her...
Woman: "I think I'll sit right here on this cushion..."The point is this: If you one day find that you shit the bed of factory "living", it's really not that bad an idea to sit in it. After all, it's your shit. Socrates couldn't even admit that it was his, much less just leave it lay. He had to off himself over it. This is the bad kind of silly. Socrates did nothing wrong, which he thought he knew, but decided to off himself anyway to make a point to the very people who put him in a bad position. People. People screwed Socrates and so Socrates decided to screw his own person. Monkey meet wrench.
Man: "Whoa ma'am, that's not a cushion, it's a cow patty"
Woman: "Oooh..." [looking at it more closely] "...well, can't I sit on it anyway? It looks so comfortable."
Man: "Uhh..." "Um..."
Woman: "Well... help me down."
Man: "Err..."
[Wet squishy sound]
Woman: "Ahhh... " [giggling] "...there we are, much more comfortable."
Last point: if Socrates had decided to simply sit in his own shit, the people would've left him alone. And on that day, not one single fuck would've been given. If you've ever had something break down in life, or just had a broken life, I guarantee you a person caused it. Problem meet solution. You could've just sat down in the shit, taken out your sandwich and had a picnic. Nobody would've given you any more crap (even you would shut up eventually), and as I've found, it's much more comfortable.
