October 02, 2003

Father of democracy? Heh, father of divorce...

Today marks the anniversary of the death of Aristotle, a grade-A windbag who, fittingly, died of indigestion this day 2,325 years ago, and who (if you are unfamiliar) is the grand-daddy of mind-games, manipulation, passive aggression, and everything else that's wrong with human relations be they legal, familial, or educational. I will illustrate.

A conversation with your girlfriend, 400 BC:
running time: thirty seconds

She: Honey?
He: Yes?
She: Before you come to bed, would you please please shut off the water and blow out the candles in the vomitorium?
He: Sure thing toots.
She: Thank you, dear.


A conversation with your girlfriend, 2003 AA:
running time: six hours

She: (in the kitchen) Honey?
He: (in the living-room) Yes?
She: Are you through with the milk?
He: What?
She: I said, are you through with the milk?
He: The milk....
She: Yes, the milk... sitting here...on the counter?
He: Oh...
She: Are you through with it?
He: What do you mean am I through with it... of course I'm through with it. I just forgot to put it away.
She: Well how would I know that? How could I possibly know that?
He: Because it was left out on the counter?...
She: All I know is A...
He: Oh Christ...
She: you are an intelligent person, of above average intelligence in fact, and B...
He: Do we have to...
She: ..you are well versed in the basic principles of refrigeration and spoilage...
He: I'm really, really, really sorry I left...
She: And C, that you fully understand that a dairy product left in an 80 degree kitchen for several hours would run the risk of being ruined and possibly dangerous to ingest..
He: Yes, sure. Yes.
She: So therefore, knowing you are a person who fully understands the reasons to refrigerate milk, and that it may be indeed dangerous to leave milk out in the heat, and knowing that you are a kind and decent person with no intentions of harming another human being ...why else would the carton of milk be on the counter other than you were not, in fact, DONE WITH IT?
He: Because I'm a useless piece of shit unworthy of life.
She: Bingo.
He: Couldn't you've just asked me to put the milk away?
She: I wasn't sure you were done with it.
He: Right....

Posted by Antigeist at October 2, 2003 03:23 PM
Comments

funny. my response to this post was "heh." and then i read the title.

Posted by: zeebah at October 2, 2003 03:35 PM

so what you're saying is: Aristotle's responsible for yo' shit bein' all up in my face?

Posted by: monk at October 3, 2003 12:21 PM

yes. that is why my shit be all up in you face.

it's all for the greater good.


Posted by: antigeist at October 3, 2003 06:44 PM
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