I am saddened by modern theories of identity. I have no soul or continuing stream of consciousness, so therefore I have no identity. The me that will exist tomorrow will be a different person.
I would call my situation ironic, but I'm not entirely sure it would be a correct usage of the much overused literary concept "irony". I guess I will just scoff at my highly unusual predicament!
Dude, Phish's new tour is totally sold out! How are we gonna get tickets?
Why did you say "dude'? I'm your girlfriend.
The vernacular's a-changin'. Using the word "dude" in certain contexts doesn't actually mean YOU are one. It's just a way of talking relevant to my generation.
I'm not sure if "Dude" qualifies for that category. I would understood if you used the expression, "man". "Dude" feels far too masculine to adress a woman with.
Little do our characters know that we are slowly pushing them below the floor!
Isn't that funny? The most masculine word of all has lost all of its masculinity in certain contexts! How they would laugh centuries ago if they heard a man adress a woman with "man"!
No. They would merely be confused. Societies change over time.
Dad, I'm doing a research project on Sophocles for my Psych class.
Sounds interesting.
It is, but I'm having trouble understanding "Oedipus Rex." Why is Oedipus blamed for what happened? What's wrong with sleeping with your mother if you didn't know it?
And though my identity was destroyed, my body remains.
What a sad story.
If there is a "God", I will search for him for the rest of my eternal existence!
I bid you luck in your quest, sad creature.
Who am I kidding? I fool myself into thinking I have a purpose. Alas, it is the lack of a soul that will comsume me in the fiery bowels of endless misery.