Hot Air

Stop trying to spew philosophy every opportunity you have.
You don't have the foggiest idea what philosophy is.
You just think you know. So all you do is talk. Cheap talk, empty talk.
Philosophy involves intellect, your talk doesn't.
Go bother someone else with your philosophy, because I sure don't need it.
I don't need to hear you pontificate on the truths of life, because you're lying.
You think it's the truth, you think it's legit philosophy.
It doesn't even begin to explain life.
Stop thinking you're better than everyone else, trying to do things differently just for the sake of showing the whole wide world that you're superior.
You have the same lessons to learn, so just take your seat in the classroom, and do your homework like everyone else.
You are not superior. If anything, that arrogance of yours renders you inferior.
As inferior as the rubbish you label philosophy. It's just plain talk.
Talk that I don't need. Talk that won't do anyone good. Just talk.
If you want to talk, the least you could do is learn how to do that right.
You sound awful. Slurring a bunch of words you think make sense. Nobody could care less to figure out what hocus-pocus you were busy mumbling in the last seven minutes.
This isn't some impromptu session, and if that was your attempt at an impromptu session, it was pathetic.
You want to convince me that you know what philosophy is? Structure it. Give it direction. And try, just try to be less self-absorbed.
Doubt you'd be able to do that though.
Goodbye arrogance. You're a bag of hot air. You waste my time. You make me sick.


Cry, people, cry. Let out all that negative emotions. Just bawl, sob and drench yourself in tears. Dissolve in your tears. Watch as those tears dilute you into a puddle of nothing. Nothing. That's all you'll ever be. That's the only way to be.

Cry - Faith Hill