[El Peatieablo]

Hi Someday; your argument reminded me of a couple of stories (they're about me, so they will be awesome).

Earlier this summer I was reading a book in my parents' living room. I was getting bored, so I put the book down and looked out the window. Coincidentally, a robin was flying through the yard at that exact time and just as I looked up it smacked into the window. I ducked and screamed like a little girl. If anybody had asked me if I thought that there was a pane of glass in the window and if that glass would stand up to a bird crashing into it, I would have said yes. Clearly, however, I would have been lying because my actions indicated that I thought the robin was going to hit me.


When I was really little (not even 14 yet) I was afraid of the dark. I had a nightlight in my room and I was miserable camping on a cloudy night. I was also a horrible liar because every time my parents asked, I told them that I knew that there was no reason to be afraid because monsters and ghosts and unmarked white vans don't exist. My parents never let on to the fact that they knew emotions were far more reliable at portraying one's rational conclusions about reality than verbal communication. They must have really thought I was stupid trying to justify how I could be afraid of monsters without there being a monster burrow under my bed.


I think it was around 4th grade when, during gym class, we were told to form a circle and count off by twos. We then broke up into our (essentially purposeless) teams and we started playing basketball. We all figured that since the teams weren't alphabetical or chosen by height that we could pretty much do whatever we wanted because we weren't on our specific teams for any reason. Boy, I gotta say, that game saw more hacks than a Creationist convention and we traveled more than the roaming gnome.