Young Man: You’re an apologetic thinker
Old Man: I’m who I am. Not by my choice; but by the choice of the one who’s in control. [He means the biblical God]
Young Man: You could be open-minded like me. Instead of being a Liverpool fan clinging to the post bleating “we are the best” no matter what. You could be free to frolic in the sunny gardens where you can say a team is best because it’s scored more goals or something.
Old Man: I believe in the Christian God because I know; I’ve had a revelation. So have you! I choose to believe; you don’t.
Young Man: I don’t choose to believe or not believe. What’s the difference anyway? Belief and non-belief are fictions we create to give ourselves a means of creating an identity. To confirm to ourselves we’re here and we’re who we want to think we are.
Old Man: Will you choose to comment back? You have a choice; we all have.
Young Man: “I don’t choose to believe or not believe – – – what’s the difference anyway? Belief and non-belief are fictions we create to give ourselves a means of creating an identity.”
That was my comment back.
Old Man: That was your choice. So you had a choice! You also have a choice to accept your revelation from God; instead you chose the world.
And how’s it working out?!?!
I did accept my revelation. I just saw that it was the same thing that had been given to millions of others with hundreds of mutually exclusive beliefs.
Old Man: And all from the one same [bilical] God.
Young Man: If that’s what floods your penis with blood then I don’t see why you shouldn’t go on believing it.
Old Man: I don’t understand why you have to drag the conversation down to the level of personal private parts…
Young Man: I like the level of the personal private parts. Think of me as some centipedy grub wrapped round your hard on, with a proboscis inserted into your japs eyes, that has one of those ball like things sliding up its length like a mosquito sucking blood as I extract whatever it is you keep in that shrivelled hole!
Old man: I would never ever have talked to an Old Man the way you have talked to me! The sad drop in standards of this generation does not surprise me at all.
Young Man: It’s not a drop in standards; but an increase in freedom. I talk to you like I do to anyone. Rather than hiding it away and only furtively beating up the man of the cloth whilst Napoleon is out conquering the dirty houses; I nakedly luxuriate in the living room (whilst my mum’s watching on the buses) masturbating to rape porn and spunking on the dogs.
Old Man: No, Young Man! It is a massive drop in standards. We had more freedom years ago when I was your age.
You are just making excuses for your terrible and disgusting behaviour.
The way you treat yourself and others is awful.
Young Man: I treat no-body terribly. It is the stupid ideals you defend that forced people into ugly masks that is the disgusting behaviour you are referring to.
I treat everyone as adults.
You are just illegitimately extending the rules of your stupid sub-culture to include everyone. Sorry mate but you’ve gotta open your eye’s and see the beautiful fact that we can live out our freaky dances in freedom!
Whose standards would these be?
Who chose them?
I certainly didn’t choose them!
So you know what I’m gonna do with them? I’m gonna fucking defenestrate them! That’s what I’m gonna do. If you had two synapses to rub together you’d do the same.
It’s you and you’re stupid traditions and standards that have made the world the shit hole it is today: where everyone wears too much make-up and are too concerned with how they appear.
They constantly feel the need to consume because your fucktard of a generation has left everyone feeling guilty and ashamed when they don’t need to be.
It’s to alleviate the pain of the false guilt and shame that they have to consume and consume.
It’s because or your ideals and beliefs that the world is fucked up Old Man
And all because I treat myself in a manner you wouldn’t want to treat yourself doesn’t mean that the way I treat myself is wrong. It just means you would prefer to treat yourself differently. Most of how you treat yourself is driven by a concern about what the Jones’ will think of you anyway.
I’m a free individual and from the perspective of a trapped individual I appear aberrant. I am; but that’s because you (like most people) are trapped by your need to get other people to believe what you believe just so you can confirm to yourself you’re the man you want to be.
Whereas I’m free to explore idea-space fearlessly having left behind the illusion of an identity and the exhausting effort it takes to maintain one.
Old Man: People see how you treat yourself and it has an effect on others.
You can believe whatever you want. What you need is some common decency which is very sadly lacking.
Young Man: Often “effect on others” is just a term we use to justify being dictators to others.
I don’t like the way you behave or your sub-culture and I’m going to express that dislike by saying “It has an effect on me” when the only effect it has on you is your stupid opinion regarding that behaviour which ain’t yours anyway. It has been brainwashed into you by your parents social milieu and your own social milieu.
You need to discover who you are Old man cause currently you’re just a puppet dangling on the strings controlled by the media and powers that be. You’re just an empty clone of a man who repeats what he’s heard again and again.
The lights are on Old Man but I’m afraid no-one’s home.