No One Speaks from Logic—They Speak from Pain (And Occasionally Caffeine)

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Let’s begin with a lie we’ve all politely nodded at: “I’m being totally objective.” No, you’re not. You’re being emotionally driven but in a tuxedo. Logic, bless its heart, is often just pain that got a spreadsheet. People don't argue about pineapple on pizza because of taste, they argue because their parents divorced during a pizza night in 1997 and now anchovies trigger existential dread. We dress our trauma up in syllogisms and call it reason, but really, it's just pain wearing a monocle.

Social media has made this abundantly clear. Every post that starts with “Let’s look at this rationally” ends with someone rage-commenting in all caps and blocking their aunt. You think a Reddit thread about laptop recommendations is just about CPU specs? Wrong, it’s about Jeff, who once had his laptop stolen in 10th grade and never emotionally recovered. We call these opinions, but they’re actually confessions disguised as consumer advice.

Even in academia, our so-called temple of logic, you’ll find doctoral dissertations that are 90% footnotes, 10% unresolved childhood wounds. That thesis on “Aristotle’s Ethical Framework”? It’s really a cry for help from someone whose roommate ate their leftovers without remorse. Philosophers have turned coping mechanisms into career paths. And we applaud them with tenure.

Relationships? Don’t even pretend logic lives there. Every “I just think we should take a break” conversation is a psychological WrestleMania. People text “I’m fine” while channeling emotional hurricanes worthy of disaster relief. We quote logical fallacies not to win arguments, but to emotionally corner our opponent like a bad rom-com antagonist who read too much Nietzsche.

In the end, logic isn’t extinct, it’s just emotionally compromised. We don’t speak from cool, calm calculations; we speak from heartbreak, insecurity, and the haunting memory of being picked last for kickball. So the next time someone claims they’re “just being logical,” smile and nod. They probably just haven’t cried this week and don’t want to admit how much they still miss their childhood cat.