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"Should I bolt every time I get that feeling in my gut when I meet someone new? Well, I’ve been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I’ve come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains."
“Humans for a long time have denied that they are like animals, and related to animals. If humans did very bad things, like kill each other, we would say they’re “acting like animals,” and if humans did very nice things, like massive acts of altruism, we would claim that for ourselves, and say that’s something we came up with—in our religion, our culture, whatever. Humans have that tendency. Humans were not very happy to be connected to nature. Humans liked to be considered the crown of creation, totally separate from everything else. They used nature to blame things on themselves, and never made that full connection that I am advocating, which is that both the good and bad in our species come from our primate background.”
This has been the subject of debate in my classes all week, and it’s been both thought provoking and fun.
that thing that happens when your roommate finds a cockroach and then panic ensues and so you call an exterminator and spend an entire night packing up your belongings lest they be infected with poison? and then, instead of cleaning your house after the exterminator has killed every last disgusting bug, you buy a case of beer and call a maid service to rid your house of any trace of filth or roach or dust or derelict? and then the maid service never comes and you and your roommate are confronted with the impending doom that is the mess of your house, you lives, a half empty case of beers, and the impending dread that you’re both stuck in permanent adult adolescence purgatory?
that just happened.