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“What is Philosophy?” Video Extras (Part 1)

Okay, you’re here. This is exciting. So first, I might be biased but I think you should go check out my “Philosophy” tab because… I want you to?

Additionally! I know sometimes people are like “you didn’t leave the visual aid/text bit up for long enough!” – for which I’m sorry, it’s hard to time stuff like that right and I’m working on it, BUT here’s all that stuff in one convenient spot, if you want to go back over it.

All of these diagrams were made using MindMeister, which is literally my favorite thing.

Alright. So. That’ll be the end of Part 1.

Click to read Part 2!

An open letter to the people who hurt me most

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about why you did the things you did to me – imagining what it must’ve been like to live in your head. How a person could get to a point where they either didn’t notice or didn’t care how much they were hurting another person.

I’m not saying I’m perfect. In fact I know that I’ve hurt plenty of people, too. Many of you included. But let’s not compare scars. I’ve tried to use my experiences of being the bad guy in the story to help me figure out how you did the things you did.

But I’m really… bored of rehashing those thoughts over and over until my brain goes numb. Because I think… while I know some of you genuinely cared about me, a few maybe even loved me so much that you couldn’t control it, a few probably hated me, and a few didn’t think twice about the fact that I had a mind of my own, at all… the one thing you all had in common was that you were so caught up in yourself, you were blinded, or perhaps just willfully blind, to the fact that my internal experience of my reality is every bit as real and vivid and immediate and meaningful as yours. That a reality you can’t experience first-hand can nevertheless be exactly as saturated with the heaviness of being “real” as the reality you can. That I am not merely a character in your story but the hero of my own, that I am not a paper cut-out of a person but a real one, and that you, in treating me otherwise, have not tarnished my reality, but your own.

And now, I’m scarred. I’m sure you are, too. But I choose not to let those scars make me forget that you are also human, that you also feel helpless, and that you deserve compassion, too, no matter how deep the scars you gave me feel. Life is a fucked up fun house and you’re lucky if you get out with only a handful of disasters on your conscience. So this… this is all I have left to say to you. All of you.

I’m sorry that life hurt you so badly that you felt that you had to hurt me. I’m sorry that you can’t see that other people’s pain is as real and important as yours is. And I’m sorry you bought into the false narrative that you and I are separate, because the truth – or at least I believe it is, maybe I just hope it is – is that everything you did to me, you did to yourself, as well.

The fun house mirrors might make your reflection look like a different person, but the eyes that stare back at you are still the same. What do you see, now, when you look at mine? Can I even convince you of the reality of the ocean behind them? Will you ever see the people around you in high resolution, or will you live your whole life creating caricatures to superimpose onto them instead? Will you even read this? Would you understand a word of it if you did, or would this just become another piece of evidence in my file, labeled “crazy girl number 467”?

Do you understand that I pity you, that I show you the mercy you failed to show me, not out of weakness, but strength? Can you see beyond your insecurities and your ego and your relentless self-abuse enough to realize the mountains I had to climb within my own mind to be able to write these words? Is there anything I could say that would make a difference to you at all, or can some people really just never be convinced that the earth rotates around the sun, and not themselves…?

Maybe we’re not as different as I’d like to think. We’re probably not. But I, at least, can see that. Can you?

Uhhhh rambling about trauma (SHOCKER)

So here’s. Alright. I’ve been thinking a lot about my trauma history lately because I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain it to my new therapist. Not that it’s, like, necessary for me to, but it feels like it kind of might be if I want to give him a picture of why the world feels so fucking scary to me and why, like, to me it feels inevitable that any time I go anywhere or try to participate in the world it’ll lead to something bad happening.

So just for my own sake to get it straight, and maybe just to vent a little, let’s air it all out one more time, and maybe I can just make him read this. And let you read it to, if, yuno. Since I’ve already… yeah. Since my channel and my trauma are kind of bound up with each other in a weird way, so it might be relevant for people who want to understand why I behave like an insane person on the internet.

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Buriden’s ass, pain, rambling…

I’m not sure what this is going to be, I’m just going to word vomit a little about some stuff I’ve been thinking about.

So, um, life is pain. To live is to suffer. Buddhism starts there, which I think is good. I don’t think any religion originally tried to deny that life is pain, but the idea seems to be imported into Christianity with the idea that God is “omnibenevolent” as well as omnipotent and omniscient.

“God is a concept by which we measure our pain” is spot on, I think, for this reason. I think our relationship to “God” is often a way for us to make sense of suffering, really – either by trying to give ourselves the illusion of control, maybe, or maybe in the, like “screaming at the sky” trope that we sometimes do when terrible things happen to good people…

I mean, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the dominant religion of the West puts a dude who suffers unjustly at its center. The only way humans know how to make sense of this life, how to keep ourselves sane, is to imagine that maybe the most central part of the whole onion of life is suffering.

The story of Jesus is so compelling to us because it’s the story that tells us that even God suffers – and presumably, if anybody had a choice, it would be the dude we imagine as running the place, right?

So, but, to get away from the Christianity part, I think the point is… God is a metaphor for our individual relationships with existence as a whole, and an exploration of the possibility that there’s some kind of direction or teleology or purpose to… reality itself, I guess. So naturally, religion has at its center the question of suffering, and is used as a way to try and make sense of life in the context of suffering, of struggle and heartache and loss and, just… all of the shitty parts of life, even when hope wears dangerously thin and you feel like all of human progress has been built on a collective delusion that what we’re doing here matters at all, in the grand scheme of things.

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A rant about boobs, I guess?

Alright, so… I want to make it clear that I am not criticizing this person or their comment. But I… didn’t know how to respond to it without just writing a whole post about it because this is stuff that I think about every waking second of every day.

So here goes. I got the following comment on my “You Don’t Scare Me” video, which I’ll put at the bottom of this post in case you haven’t seen it for some reason.

Okay. There’s a lot to this comment, and it’s nothing I haven’t heard before – I was advised not to post this video by several people with similar concerns, and I didn’t even ask my family for their input before posting because, well… there are obvious concerns to be had because, yeah, it’s possible that this video will invite more unwanted attention, but here’s… okay, there are a few things to say, here, actually.

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I don’t take enough time…

To be grateful that I can just post ANYTHING I want to on here. It’s scary but ultimately… is that not what most people in “media” want? Complete freedom to say whatever they think is true?

I guess the problem is, if you can say anything, it’s your fault if you say the wrong thing. You can’t blame it on anyone else. But in the end, that’s a pretty good problem to have, so… maybe I should just use it until I have nothing left to say??

“What is Philosophy” Extras (Part 2)

Miss Part 1? Click here!

As promised…
I mean, just… wow. Anyway…

Here are all the links from the description, but prettier:

Philosophy is a big ol’ monster of a subject, so it can be hard to know where to start. In this video I’ll give you a quick overview of the six branches of philosophy, and provide some resources that also introduce the subject in an accessible way, in case you want to learn more.

MindMeister!

The Great Courses and The Great Courses Plus!

The Modern Intellectual Tradition from Descartes to Derrida with Lawrence Cahoone
The Great Ideas of Philosophy with Daniel N. Robinson
The Big Questions of Philosophy with David K. Johnson
Why Evil Exists with Charles Mathewes
Science Fiction and Philosophy with David K. Johnson

An Introduction to Philosophy” by Daniel J. Sullivan

Audiobooks:
Will Durant’s “The Story of Philosophy
Bertrand Russell’s “A History of Western Philosophy
Exploring Metaphysics” with David K. Johnson

What else? The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy on…
Metaphysics / Epistemology / Logic / Ethics / Politics

I also really love this website: www.philosophybasics.com

I also just found this free Intro textbook while looking for the above site.

Philosophers in a sentence

I just felt like doing this, it’s not going to be perfect or complete at all:

  • Arendt: Evil can be banal.
  • de Beauvoir: Something about ambiguity?
  • Camus: Life isn’t fair but fuck it, make it your bitch instead while you can.
  • Descartes: The only certain thought I can have is that I’m thinking, and also some stuff about God.
  • Epicurus: Pleasure is dope but also complicated?
  • Foucault: Prisons are fucked, fucking is fucked, and also… uh… acid?
  • Gadamer: Jesus who knows, that guy is over my head.
  • Hobbes: Anarchy is shit, therefore totalitarianism.
  • I… don’t know any philosophers that start with I.
  • Jaspers: Technology is a fickle mistress?
  • Kant: I Kant get no satisfaction. Just kidding, uh… the categorical imperative and synthetic a priori blah blah stuff.
  • Liebniz: This is the best of all possible worlds, and also… other stuff probably.
  • Marx: Capitalism is fucked.
  • Nietszche: God is dead and we have killed him, so we need to find a new way to talk about moral issues or we’ll just be totally hosed.
  • Oppenheimer: is a name that maybe corresponds to a philosopher I have no idea
  • Pascal? Plutarch? I got nothin on either.
  • Quine: fucking, like… qua? Do I only think he coined that because they both start with Q?
  • Rousseau: Uhhh beauty and stuff and also society, honestly I don’t remember.
  • Sartres: Existentialist broo-haha. What more is there to know, and also it’s a great word.
  • Thoreau: one should experience nature, and oneself… thoroughly. I’ll go.
  • U…?
  • Voltaire: Y’all academics are all nuts, don’t @ me.
  • Wittgenstein: What are words, mannnnn?
  • X…
  • Y…
  • Zeno: All movement is basically a math miracle.

That was fun…? I’ll try again with new people sometime for funsies.

Consent.

Okay, so, the first thing we have to get out of the way is one of the most important, I think, in a LOT of the more polarized conversations we’re having right now, so I’m going to make it big and bold:

NO ONE IS PERFECT.

Got it? You, the reader, are not perfect, nor is anyone you know, and I certainly am no exception.

Whether you’re a man, woman, left-winger, right-winger, trans, nonbinary, straight, gay, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, omnisexual, your belly button is an inny or an outy, we ALL have made mistakes and we all will continue to make mistakes, because life is a confusing and messed up predicament for all of us – ESPECIALLY when it comes to sex.

Now. Let’s keep the philosophical stuff to one side, for a second, though I think those conversations are also important and interesting – I want to use this post to build bridges where before there was only confusion and fear. So if you’re a victim of sexual assault – I get it. This might feel a little like I’m extending an olive branch to the enemy. But just try and remember that the people who hurt other people do so because they’re in pain, too. So if we want to stop sexual assault, we have to start with a conversation about why people assault other people to begin with.

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