Day 9

There once was a boy whose caps lock key got stuck one day. His online life was never quite the same, because everyone thought he was yelling at them.

I'M NOT YELLING, IT'S JUST THAT MY CAPS LOCK KEY IS BROKEN.

"Stop yelling at me!", said all his friends, "

Soon, nobody would talk to him at all.

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People who use caps to get a point across are usually the same people who can't think of a way to express a point in reality without yelling.

Magic show tonight over at the Royal Theatre. They do it every year, and it's pretty upper-deck, as in some of the tricks are pretty darn impressive, and often non figure-outable. School readings are piling up already, however, so all these fun-related outings will be scaled down as soon as upcoming essays pile atop the readings.

I read a story today, about a mind-body dualist. He leads a miserable life, and would like to commit suicide, were it not for his fear of an afterlife determined by moral action, and also his desire not to hurt his family, friends, etc. Then, he comes across a special poison that will kill his mind, or, that is, his soul, but leave his body intact, and in perfect functioning form (it is the position of dualists that bodies could, hypothetically, operate mindless and nobody would ever know the difference). This poison sounds great, he thinks, because it kills him, but allows his body to carry out a long life of morally good actions, as though it still had his mind in it. In fact the body would carry on as though nothing had happened at all. His family and friends would also never know what happened, so nobody would be harmed and nobody would be the wiser, even his body.

So, he goes to bed one night, planning to get up in the morning, walk down to the shop, and get himself some of this special poison.

However, he also has a friend who pities him greatly, and who wishes to mercy-kill him during his sleep. This friend also comes across the poison, so he buys some and injects our main character during his sleep, killing his soul forever.

So, the soul-less body gets up, goes to the store, buys and injects the poison, and stands there confused. "What a jip," it says to itself, "Nothing's happening at all, I'm still here!"

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