I had a couple of amusing meetings with tutors yesterday. One of them said the problem with talking to me was that a couple of days later there'd be a blog post about an earnest lecturer talking bullshit over a cup of tea. The other said they were finding it difficult talking to a nihilist.
It's simple, really. When everything is meaningless, you might as well have some fun. Nothing is sacred. As Picabia put it: 'Free rein to the very point of excess!'
'For me, happiness is to command no-one and not be commanded.'
Next up, some nice Nietzsche poetry...
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"a couple of days later there'd be a blog post about an earnest lecturer talking bullshit over a cup of tea"
I would have thought that this phenomenon would be the exact OPPOSITE of a problem.
This indicates a dismaying lack of quality on the part of the lecturer(s).
I don't know. I can see how having some arsehole broadcast a somewhat skewed interpretation of your comments would have an inhibitory effect on making them.
Not that that's going to stop said arsehole from skewing them of course!
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