X-Git-Url: http://unremediatedgender.space/source?a=blobdiff_plain;f=content%2Fdrafts%2Fi-tell-myself-to-let-the-story-end-or-a-hill-of-validity-in-defense-of-meaning.md;h=87bcbe63f610933dc8b9aeb5b60229249dee001e;hb=53efa0992ad7da0df67d88ad21d0b2f33d429d3c;hp=3a68ab13ef216a4b89a86f2cb7544a2533580fbc;hpb=338ec413f6605b50bc79ecb9905390c600f95b08;p=Ultimately_Untrue_Thought.git diff --git a/content/drafts/i-tell-myself-to-let-the-story-end-or-a-hill-of-validity-in-defense-of-meaning.md b/content/drafts/i-tell-myself-to-let-the-story-end-or-a-hill-of-validity-in-defense-of-meaning.md index 3a68ab1..87bcbe6 100644 --- a/content/drafts/i-tell-myself-to-let-the-story-end-or-a-hill-of-validity-in-defense-of-meaning.md +++ b/content/drafts/i-tell-myself-to-let-the-story-end-or-a-hill-of-validity-in-defense-of-meaning.md @@ -10,8 +10,7 @@ Status: draft > And I say > Ooh, how'm I gonna get over you? > I'll be alright, just not tonight -> But someday -> Hey, ooh I wish you'd want me to stay +> But someday, hey, ooh I wish you'd want me to stay > I'll be alright, just not tonight > But someday—_ > @@ -125,7 +124,7 @@ I don't think I'm setting [my price for joining](https://www.lesswrong.com/posts I think I've _more than_ met this standard. I _tried_ personally fixing the issue no matter how much effort it took! Also, the issue _does_, in fact, arise from outright bad faith. (We had [an entire Sequence](https://www.lesswrong.com/s/SGB7Y5WERh4skwtnb) about this! You lying motherfuckers!) -That ended up being quite a lot of effort!—but at this point I've _exhausted every possible avenue of appeal_. Arguing [publicly on the object level](/2018/Feb/the-categories-were-made-for-man-to-make-predictions/) didn't work. Arguing [publicly on the meta level](https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/esRZaPXSHgWzyB2NL/where-to-draw-the-boundaries) didn't work. There is _nothing left for me to do_ but lick my wounds, wait for my broken heart to heal, and—probably—somehow—try to still be friends with (in some sense of "friends") with people I believe to be in a state of epistemic sin because _I don't have anywhere else to go_. +That ended up being quite a lot of effort!—but at this point I've _exhausted every possible avenue of appeal_. Arguing [publicly on the object level](/2018/Feb/the-categories-were-made-for-man-to-make-predictions/) didn't work. Arguing [publicly on the meta level](https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/esRZaPXSHgWzyB2NL/where-to-draw-the-boundaries) didn't work. Arguing privately didn't work. There is _nothing left for me to do_ but lick my wounds, wait for my broken heart to heal, and—probably—somehow—try to still be friends with (in some sense of "friends") with people I believe to be in a state of epistemic sin because _I don't have anywhere else to go_.