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......and how many of you just suddenly sniffed your armpits after reading the title?
Don't worry, I'm not attacking the personal hygiene of those who reside on t'other side of the reality fence. It is more of an analogy or "same situation" that we are unpacking and exploring here.
It's amazing though, isn't it? There's always a guy in the team who stinks to high heaven. When the rest of the team has tried subtle hints like chucking cakes of soap at him in the locker room and everyone has had enough you have tell him quite bluntly that he's peeling the paint off the walls. Then he says, "waddya mean ?" He wouldn't even know a low-flying frisbee if it hit him in the head.
It's a bit like believing in God really. Try to tell someone they're deluded, and they wonder what the heck you're going on about. Except that here, the stakes are higher. It's more than about just smelling like Teen Spirit, it's about the entire life patterns, the entire thought patterns and the entire credibility being on the line and hence we witness said subject slide into a condition known as "denial".
I'm sure that my "water cooler" routine is wearing a bit thin by now and obviously not working in some cases so, how do we let a deluded theist realise the obvious?