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As a child among the giants of adults I had to lie to survive, and now as an adult myself I strive for the truth like the sailor seeks the lighthouse among midnight rocks. As a lone effort it's safe. I sit at my desk with long-dead philosophers, authors, podcasts. But when I must leave the safety of solitude and contend with other men in the battlefield of ideas, my mind reals at my own place in the field. That I could change a human life with my words is so excruciatingly painful at times that I seek the blissful oblivion of small talk.

Can anybody relate?

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That I could change a human life with my words is so excruciatingly painful at times that I seek the blissful oblivion of small talk.

Can anybody relate?

 

It think you're rationalizing social awkwardness.

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I don't get scared that I could change someone's mind as much as I get scared that they'll choose to throw it back in my face and scorn me from there on out. 

 

The cool thing that I've gotten out of FDR (the whole point of FDR) is a methodology for interacting with people based on curiosity.  If I tell my co-worker that the welfare state is a core component to the downfall of black America, instead of thinking "i hope it goes this one way, oh god please go this one way", I wonder how he will react.  Will he ask for proof?  Will he sneer at me?  Will he try to get me fired?  Will he agree?  These outcomes tell me all the relevant things I need to know about this person. 

 

But the thing I noticed is, and I'd like to know if you notice this too, is that I've basically already got a pretty strong feeling as to how a person is gonna react, especially if I've known them for a little while. 

 

Also, very nice Vercetti Pepe.

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As a child among the giants of adults I had to lie to survive, and now as an adult myself I strive for the truth like the sailor seeks the lighthouse among midnight rocks. As a lone effort it's safe. I sit at my desk with long-dead philosophers, authors, podcasts. But when I must leave the safety of solitude and contend with other men in the battlefield of ideas, my mind reals at my own place in the field. That I could change a human life with my words is so excruciatingly painful at times that I seek the blissful oblivion of small talk.

Can anybody relate?

Does that happen only in person or does it happen too over written forms of communication like text or Facebook?

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