
L'absent
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- Aug 18, 2024
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Oh, ladies and gentlemen, stop everything! We are in the presence of the Einstein of motivational psychology, the Tesla of obviousness, the Mozart of cliché wisdom. A prodigy of human intellect who has just solved the entire existential dilemma with the same depth as a fortune cookie written by a hamster on amphetamines.
What a historic moment! Imagine all the great philosophers rolling in their graves, seething with jealousy for not having come up with such an earth-shattering revelation. Sartre? Schopenhauer? Amateurs. Apparently, centuries of existential thought were a complete waste of time when all it took was one Hallmark-card-sized phrase to solve the meaning of life.
But let's take a good look at this dispenser of prepackaged wisdom. See that glimmer in their eyes? That sacred glow of self-satisfaction, the smugness of someone who believes they've just dropped a truth bomb so powerful it will reshape the universe. They feel like a god. They utter the phrase and now expect the world to halt in reverence, bystanders to weep in gratitude, maybe even a statue erected in their honor.
But nothing happens. Because the truth is, this phrase has the same intellectual impact as a fart in a hurricane. It's so banal, so overused, so utterly stupid that just repeating it should be classified as a crime against intelligence.
But let's imagine the moment this person first discovered this pearl of wisdom. Maybe they read it scrawled on a public restroom wall, wedged between a phone number and an insult to someone's mother. Maybe they found it printed on the back of a scratch-off lottery ticket, right next to an ad for predatory loans and a half-baked horoscope. And boom! Epiphany. "This phrase will change my life. No, better! It will change everyone's life! I must spread it, I must share it, I must regurgitate it to every poor soul I encounter!"
And so, armed with the self-confidence of a toddler explaining quantum mechanics, they embark on their holy mission: to enlighten the ignorant masses, to make sure every suffering soul knows that their problems are just temporary, that life is beautiful, that all it takes is a little patience. Because they know. They understand. They alone hold the key to saving humanity, one brainless slogan at a time.
So, the next time someone drops this phrase on you, take a deep breath. Look them straight in the eyes. Reflect on all the poor life choices that led them to believe they just said something profound when, in reality, they've just uttered the philosophical equivalent of a burp. Then, with all the seriousness you can muster, respond:
"Wow, genius. Tell me, do you find these in a catalog, or do they tattoo them directly onto your brain at birth?
What a historic moment! Imagine all the great philosophers rolling in their graves, seething with jealousy for not having come up with such an earth-shattering revelation. Sartre? Schopenhauer? Amateurs. Apparently, centuries of existential thought were a complete waste of time when all it took was one Hallmark-card-sized phrase to solve the meaning of life.
But let's take a good look at this dispenser of prepackaged wisdom. See that glimmer in their eyes? That sacred glow of self-satisfaction, the smugness of someone who believes they've just dropped a truth bomb so powerful it will reshape the universe. They feel like a god. They utter the phrase and now expect the world to halt in reverence, bystanders to weep in gratitude, maybe even a statue erected in their honor.
But nothing happens. Because the truth is, this phrase has the same intellectual impact as a fart in a hurricane. It's so banal, so overused, so utterly stupid that just repeating it should be classified as a crime against intelligence.
But let's imagine the moment this person first discovered this pearl of wisdom. Maybe they read it scrawled on a public restroom wall, wedged between a phone number and an insult to someone's mother. Maybe they found it printed on the back of a scratch-off lottery ticket, right next to an ad for predatory loans and a half-baked horoscope. And boom! Epiphany. "This phrase will change my life. No, better! It will change everyone's life! I must spread it, I must share it, I must regurgitate it to every poor soul I encounter!"
And so, armed with the self-confidence of a toddler explaining quantum mechanics, they embark on their holy mission: to enlighten the ignorant masses, to make sure every suffering soul knows that their problems are just temporary, that life is beautiful, that all it takes is a little patience. Because they know. They understand. They alone hold the key to saving humanity, one brainless slogan at a time.
So, the next time someone drops this phrase on you, take a deep breath. Look them straight in the eyes. Reflect on all the poor life choices that led them to believe they just said something profound when, in reality, they've just uttered the philosophical equivalent of a burp. Then, with all the seriousness you can muster, respond:
"Wow, genius. Tell me, do you find these in a catalog, or do they tattoo them directly onto your brain at birth?