Me, Mello, Near; what a class Inductive Logic is. Look, Roger can be cool sometimes. Sometimes we'll talk about interesting things; right and wrong is something I'm particularly good at compared to the other two who can't see more than black and white. Today we were talking about why a square was blue: commence the snoring.
"Look, Roger, there's things that just aren't worth questioning. The square is blue because it's blue. I know it's blue, you know it's blue. We all know it's blue," Mello was getting frustrated.
"Maybe blue is just a concept of imagination that we all happen to share. People see the world the way they want to imagine it, and if enough people tell them that's the way it is, then they get scared to say otherwise. Honestly, the square really looks like a very deep shade of purple to me... but the point of this exercise is not to prove that the square is blue, or deep purple, or any color for that matter. The real point of the exercise is to prove how subjectivity plays into every aspect of our life. It doesn't come down to right or wrong at all, only who can make someone scared enough to win."
I wonder if Roger ever bought any Playboy magazines...this would be a lot more interesting if it was prove Pam's tits are really DD's. Though I doubt it would be any different to Near, he seemed pretty enchanted with the blue square based on his long winded monologue, and I don't think that kid could even fake a libido if he tried. Now if Mello grew some tits...
"Make someone scared enough to win? It looks to me that you were just trying to distract us from the real point of the matter here. Sure, what you said is sort of interesting, but the fact is that the square is blue no matter if Muhammad suddenly swoops down and tells us that Allah says the square is magenta and will smite anyone who says otherwise. I mean, if it were something more subjective, like saying that it's a really nice day out, then that would make sense. Why do you think Americans were so obsessed with crap like Shirley Temple back in the thirties? It's because they wanted to think, 'Hey, if some kid is dressed up in cute outfits and dancing around, life isn't so bad.' But unless someone's color blind, or thinks that the square is a hue essentially identical to blue, then the square is universally accepted as blue and there's no point arguing," Mello looked like he was basically going to pass out from talking so fast.
"I disagree, but respect your opinion nonetheless, Mello."
Wow. What a polite little fag.
Roger was about to say something, probably to stop Mello from going bitch on everyone, but the bell rang before he could get anything out. End of school, thank god. I just want to get back to playing my fucking game of Pokemon.
Author's Explanation: I don't know how to explain my life as it's been the past year, that's basically how long it's been since my last update. Well, to be honest, I suffer from very serious depression, and began having terrible hallucinations. My family is very academically oriented; everything is for science as far as my parents are concerned, and they saw my illness as an opportunity. Away I went to a research facility in South Dakota, essentially isolated from civilization, prevented from taking medication. For lack of better explanation, I guess you could say I went batshit, but in the end, they actually figured out some really interesting stuff from me and a couple other "adolescents" who were tested with similar conditions. I have to say, I'm looking forward to seeing what they publish about the study, and how on earth they can make it sound like something good instead of pure human torture. Sorry if this was a little dull, this will probably be the first and last time I write from Matt's perspective. But hey, I really do have this whole story figured out, and I really hope you like the direction it takes. Last year was what I like to call the dawdling chapters.