victormakesart | one leg, heartbreak, pirates and philosophy and irony!

This guy told me that he couldn't tell if I was heartbreakingly brilliant, or if I just said stuff. I told him I wouldn't tell him either way, so there! I'm rather immature sometimes, but he was asking for that answer, practically.

A stranger said that I looked like I could be in the mafia, but I was too nice. I think he meant my outfit. But, really, bowler hats are in style. Maybe.

A week ago, someone asked me who I was supposed to be. I decided to take that as a compliment.

The patch on my jacket of the skull and crossbones is still stained from that time Kim threw coffee on me, a long time ago. Which is sad, considering how many times I've washed it since then.

I saw a grackle with one leg. Usually when birds have one leg, they stand differently, but this one didn't. It was beautiful, eyes yellow and shining like colored aluminum.

I decided that it would be nice, after reading the Symposium (which was clearly set in a background of overindulgence and ostentatious behavior, where drinking and carousing can be rationalized within the boundaries of philosophic thought) to contextualize Aristotle within history. I wanted to explain the fundamental differences between Plato and his student. And I was right! Aristotle was so withdrawn and anti-ambition (a conclusion that I drew from the line "no one would desire to be a god" and the surrounding lines) because of societal changes after the loss of the Peloponnesian War. So...yeah. That was cool.

EDIT: Oh, yes! I forgot! Irony!
I watched a show the other day, two of them, really. One was about savants and it had a man named Kim.

The other was about feral children and it had a man named Victor.