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Ptolemy DCLVIII
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One hurls an insult, and is dismayed when the response is not flattering. What was expected? Applause? Embossed placards and trophies? Should the recipient feign offence if not genuinely irked?
To show up randomly, and lay an insult at someone's doorstep... what profit to be taken from so meandering an action? Insults proffered usually boomerang and return, sometimes immediately.
The insulter then often throws yet another insult-o-rang, becoming increasingly riled as the gratification diminishes. One waits for that perfect insult to cap off the argument, but it never comes... and if it does, how will it come back to haunt oneself, since it inevitably will? A question worth asking.
It's much easier to simply excuse oneself, but that requires an admission of fault that few have the wherewithal to confront.
We have all been a part of this cycle... and most of us, myself included, will (perhaps unwittingly) partake in it again. Will we never learn? Or do we secretly enjoy the sparring, the hurting, the nihilist conniptions?
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LS
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Well written.
I donot believe we secretly like it. We all have an inner sense of decorum, often reffered to as a consience, that dictates the direction our moral code should be developing. I personally believe that all such slips are precisely that. Instinct requires that we snarl at what we dislike or are afraid of. Also, when snarled at, it is instinct to snarl back. But man does not have this excuse. Being self aware and presumably intelligent, I believe we have a responsibility to avert harmful activities of the hand, heart, and head. All of these parts are necisary for a rationale decision. But when a person insults another they are relying on the opinion of only one of the three parts. Their body thinks on instinct, reaction. Its opinion under situations like that is to snarl. If heart and the head are ignored, a responsible, civil, and honorable thing cannot be done.
In short, stop being so primal.
That is the difference between a child and an adult.
The individual in question needs to grow up.
I am one such individual.
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z
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we are all born savages.
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Ptolemy DCLVIII
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It is not my belief that we enjoy the cycle, either, LS. Yet the absurdity of the situations we sometimes create - again, both myself and others - leave me wondering if there is a perverse pleasure derived from this cycle_of_insultery. Perhaps it has something to do with the savagesque characters into which we are born, as Z has observed. I could certainly see there being a connection of some sort...
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Doar
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is built for two
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