debate

A lot of people I know say they are addicted to debate. Either they are financially, nostalgically, socially, competitively, or otherwise addicted to some degree. I too have always thought of debate as an addiction. More like a pattern of addiction. It kicks me. I kick it. Tried reading poetry out loud to people as a kind of methadone treatment. It wasn't the same at all. Poems are not good arguments. They are pretty and moving, but not good arguments most of the time. There is a difference between beautiful and correct. Its just boring. So i came back to debate again and to finish an unfinished job. To live life with debate until i am spent, confused, bored, disenchanted, losing all the time, unhealthy or dead. And along those lines, I’ve always envisioned my last moments with debate as an overdose. But man will that last hit feel good. The best. I can’t wait.