Poop Shute

You ever have one of those discussions that breaks down into an argument? Of course you have, we all have.

Do you ever get so caught up in arguing the finer points that the actual issue you were originally discussing gets totally lost in the shuffle? This one, maybe not so much for most of you.

It happens in my circle of friends often. No, I should say it happens a lot. Regularly. All the time.

My friends and I are passionate debaters and love playing the arguing game. Many time it's more logic and less tension, sometimes it's less logic and more getting worked up. Whichever one happens to be the case at any given time it's always interesting, and we always walk away friends.

Last night we began talking about Easter and somehow ended up arguing whether or not Christmas Trees can be classified as a religious symbol or not.

This was one of those cases where the minutiae won over the actual topic and we sort of fizzled out, and no satisfactory answer was reached. Sometimes it's not about the destination but the journey that matters. And sometimes the journey is plenty meandering.

We are all so imaginative in our analogies and ferocious in the tearing apart of opposing analogies that I find that arguing anybody else I know is cake. I feel like my friends are the whetstone that have used to sharpen my logic and wit to finely honed edge. Hell, sometimes (with people outside the circle) I play devil's advocate and argue a side I know to be flawed, just to see if I can get away with it. I often do.

Sometimes I fantasize about being a lawyer. But then I remember the long years in grad school they go through, and the daunting Bar Exam, and the insane hours that lawyers work in their early years and I happily wake back up to reality.