This troper. I try to keep people from taking things for granted.

I like philosophers. I find them interesting. When I told a friend how I can reconcile religion and science (no, seriously, I can) a friend mentioned how "philosophers would love [me]." However, in order to take a high-level philosophy class, I would have to go through the mind-numbingly absurd low-level classes which contemplate if, when we blink, do we stop existing? And I just would ''not'' be able to stand such a class. I'd probably punch out my classmates for its sheer absurdity. When you blink, you supply oxygen to your eyes. There, done.

Plus, if I took high-level classes, I'd probably have to deal with atheistic assholes--or worse, the exact opposite. And again, punch out classmates.

A BleedingHeartLiberal said "If only we could get all the Priests and all the Rabbis and all the Imams in a room they could solve the World's problems." I said "You gotta lock the Bankers and the Lawyers in that room too." Unfortunately the rest of the Audience were also Liberals.

that sounds more like the biggest brawl in history in the making, if you ask me.

This troper is the example of a tragic philosopher. Yes, I sometimes border on NietzscheWannabe territory, and is the least practical SmartGuy of them all. However being such a contemplative person comes not from knowledge, but from suffering and becoming depressed for that knowledge while I and society reject each other. You have to not just know, you have to be bullied and isolated to know. And what does not kill me makes me learn further. Think about it. If I try too keep myself in constant happiness, you do not realize the darker side (no not that) and live in blind contentment as a slave to the totalitarian society. But when I'm pushed a little closer to the agitating vortex of melancholy, I am forced into saying "Why?" and then once it starts it just doesn't stop, like gravity. I'm then assimilated in an endless train of adventurous contemplation and search for truths, lies and untruths, causing me to transcend this lowly existence and imagine myself as something not as a drone, but something entirely {{mindscrew}}y altogether, like an art form that is both angsty and incomprehensible. Of course, this comes at a consequence, madness, loneliness and just plain impracticality.

This Troper. While I am Christian (Universalist), I'm so often riddled with doubts, and often can't sleep till about an hour after I lay my head on the pillow, kept awake pondering the mysteries and miseries of the universe. The Problem? I never bother to write any of it down!!

I often confuse my family by allowing some trivial thing to set me off on a much more general philosophy line of thought, while they think I'm still talking about the trivial thing which set it off. For instance, recently I was having some thoughts about how you can tell whose advice is worth following, and was set off talking about it by someone giving me some advice about etiquette. I started talking about accepting your own comparative ignorance or otherwise undermining the concept of taking advice, while they still thought I was talking about etiquette! It doesn't help that I became aware at a much younger age than most how unsteady our assumptions about people and the world can be; it's difficult for me to really think about anything because of all the time and energy I spend questioning my assumptions at every step.

I have actually been referred to as "a young philosopher" once. I spend a lot of my time contemplating philosophical, metaphysical, spiritual and moral questions, and I've been like that ever since I was a kid. Other people routinely tell me that I think too much, and they may be right.

This is this Troper hands down. Doesn't help that he's a bit out there and somewhat of a Cunning Linguist. That being said the troper is always asking questions really confusing questions, which sounds like insane troll logic. Are you sure you want to go back to the main page? Does the MainPage even exist?