Underneath a recent Facebook squawk about alternative ways of dealing with reality, a friend commented: "i think there might be something to the apple cider vinegar thing but i don't do it myself. this is not because i don't accept the biological chemistry behind the idea (which, i hate to break it to you, exists) but because i have no interest in living any longer than i have to.
you, on the other hand, think that appeals to authority or even consensus constitute "science" and i envy you your faith."
I shan't take issue with that. That commenter has alternatively dealt with reality for years. So getting into a discussion with him on the subjects mentioned would be quite pointless.
And I am both particular and arbitrary about how I waste my time.
On the other hand, the lack of proper capitalization is irritating.
It points to a severely compromised mind.
Cluttered with empty cans.
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