I don’t think I am cut out for philosophical debates. In the middle of them I tend to find myself screaming inside my head: “what does it all matter?”

Like today’s discussion. Is there truth or isn’t there? Is there meaning? What if meaning doesn’t turn out what you thought it would be? To all of those my only response is: what does it matter? Does it really matter if truth is real or not? I suppose to the people debating it is. What about those of us on the sidelines who aren’t fighting one way or the other, have no opinion, or don’t care? How does this debate affect us? I don’t think it really does, save giving me a rather nasty headache. I suppose I could use those arguments for any type of debate, not just philosophical ones.

I don’t know… this whole class debate has gotten me into a philosophical/existential/self-reflective way of thinking that I’m not sure I dig. It’s harshing my mellow. Debates are important, yeah. But they are important when they matter. Ah! When do they matter? When someone cares about them. Ah! When does someone care about them? When they matter.

I really do feel like I’m perpetually stuck in Waiting for Godot with Estragon nagging at me that “no, we haven’t been here before” as he struggles in vain to take off his shoe, and I sit there, for eternally, trying to convince him otherwise…