Oh wait I think I got the answer to my confusion when I said >Like, what's the point of this? I legitimately don't understand, unless it's just philosophical masturbation, in which case all the eye contact is making me a little bit uncomfortable. And then I come to find you responded several days later out of the blue, and then tripped over yourself to go virtue signal your fake insight that was only vaguely related to the discussion at hand. Literally, it looks like the moment you finished you ran to go circle jerk over your own ramblings, as if you were writing it for your faggot friends from the start rather than the actual discussion, which is pretty sad. So yes it was quite literally philosophical masturbation. And damn, my instincts are spot on as usual. I always smell some shit even if I can't put my finger on exactly what. That's actually pretty fucking funny.