A Distorted Reality.

Times of calm; times of quiet: they bore me.

Argument, debate: this is what I live for, even if I know fuck all about the subject at hand and even if the matter is something completely and utterly banal. Haha, I remember, once, spending two hours arguing with my best friend of the time whether the colour of a wall was auburn or just a plain brown: the height of my pedanticism displayed in an discussion which would, whatever its outcome, have an effect bordering on a nihilism.

I play Devil’s Advocate just for the sake of getting an argument out of people from time to time: even if I am vehemently in support of what the other believes and even if the other concerned is fully aware of my support for them. I usually know how to press the buttons that will get me where I want to be, though: so supposed knowledge means very little.

I just like to play games.