We all need reassurance once a while. We need to be told that kindred spirits exist, and that they have made it through turbulent times similar to those that seem to have beset us. But, what of the argumentative soul? Why are there so few among us who are tolerant of argumentative souls? No, not those who seem to swear like a sailor and raise ruckus at the drop of a hat. No, not those who seem to never back down in a fight. Especially not those whose sole motive is to make others feel ignorant and ashamed.
Argumentative souls are another kind. They simply want to learn truths. Fallacies bother them like an itch on that part of your back that needs to be rubbed red before you feel better. They are helpless in the face of baseless statements as they watch their tongues managing to wriggle free through the parting of their lips and run in the direction of the maker of such statements yelling, “This is SPARTAAAA”.
Heh. Well, at least, that’s how it feels!
Argumentative souls return balance to a world that is used to popping in a pill to calm the nerves instead of dwelling in migraine-inducing contemplation. They are an answer to the John Galtesque question of ‘Who’s going to bell the cat?’ Does your argumentative human know the word touche? Great! Give them occasional. unexpected hugs! Touche, I love me some!
In defense of the argumentative soul, WHY DO YOU INSIST ON ARGUING WITH US WHEN WE HAVE MADE PEACE WITH BEING CALLED ARGUMENTATIVE? Now, we are confused with our place in the world. Hmph.