/lit/ - Literature

>>9873963
Stoner

I was watching Jordan B Pearson's Maps of Meaning lectures. In them, he made a comment about how thinking, really thinking, is an exceptionally difficult activity. He suggested that 3-5% of the population can really think. Which, he added, was about the same percentage of people that can really read.

I'm not 100% sure what he means by this, but I imagine it's the ability to really work through problems, to dissect them and analyze them in various ways and come to unique conclusions. Regardless of what he meant, 3-5% of the best minds are capable of really thinking would mean that you would need an IQ of roughly 130 or higher to be capable of this, since 130+ IQ people make up about 3-5% of the population. Of course, that is a very rough correlation. Perhaps you only need a 115 IQ and some additional factors to be capable of "really thinking" but only 3-5% of people will have this combination of abilities.

I would imagine things like your ability to do math, and/or write coherently is a good indicator of you ability to think. Are there any good books about "really thinking" or "really reading"?

>>7977385

I only made three friends during university, all from the only club I participated in there. Can't say I really regret it after seeing how other people socialize because, for the most part, it means binge drinking at the club or bar. I've tried it, a few times actually, and did not see how anyone could really enjoy doing that on a weekly, or even monthly basis.

My other friends, from highschool, I never see. At my age, and in my town, they are all busy raising families. Working hard, even gloating about the number of hours they can work in a week. For some reason that strikes me as tragic. No time for old friends, but plenty of time to funnel cash to your boss for a meager wage. I'm actually in the process of rerouting my career path into accounting and, working at an accounting firm, I get to see the financials for a large chunk of this town's population. It's sad to see so many people working for megear wages, forced to work multiple jobs to bring in less than 20k a year.

Most people move away though, to the big cities around the country. I used to try, awkwardly, to stay in touch with these people, but I've since given up, and grown quite fond of my isolation. Out of all the people who were or are friends, there is only one that seeks out contact with me. My brothers do drag me out downtown during the holidays. They want to find me a girl, a woman to marry and start a family with. "You'll be making good money soon!" As if that is the only quality I could bring to a relationship. I don't think they realize they are insulting me.

Half way through this...

It's beautifully written but the hardest thing to read... It's so terribly depressing. Every time he finds happiness in something it's taken away from him. The very first chapter of this book even left me with watered eyes... Will I end up crushed by the end?

It is so difficult to write about people you know, even more so when they're people you don't seem to talk to anymore.
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>>6140346

Lomax finding out about Katherine.

His daughter getting taken away from him by his wife.

His daughter becoming a soulless drunk.

His daughter's baby daddy dying exactly the way Gordon died

I was either angry or sad throughout this whole novel. Pardon my plebiness.

Stoner-chan moe~