Mankind has already reached the infinite amount of knowledge

Most people may say that mankind needs to pursue a larger collection of knowledge about the world. Well, I ask them, how do you get a larger number than infinity?

If you answered that you take infinity and then add one  you'd be wrong. Infinity plus one equals infinity. Just as infinity plus infinity equals infinity.

So, due to the malleable nature of our structure of knowledge man kind already has an infinite amount of knowledge about everything in existence.

Take for example your common house pillow.

I can tell you an infinite amount of facts about the pillow and I'm not even an expert on the subject.

But wait, surely the summit of man's knowledge has a peak? Wouldn't you run out of pillow facts after a few hundred or so?

Nope.

Not with the execution of careful wording and evasive logic. Allow me to rattle off just a few of the infinite amount of facts we already know about pillows:

1) Pillow is a word starting with P.

FACT!

2) The word Pillow has six letters.

FACT!

3)  A pillow is a word once said by a man.

FACT!

Only three, you say? No. I'm just getting started.

5) A pillow can be brown.

5) A pillow can be brown and red.

6) A pillow can be brown and red and 30cm long.

7) A pillow can be brown and red and 31 cm long.

8) A pillow can be brown and red and 32 cm long.

9) A pillow can be brown and red and 32 cm long and placed on the Earth at latitude N49° and longitude W123°

10) A pillow can be brown and red and 32 cm long and placed on the Earth at latitude N49° and longitude W124°

FACTS!

11) A pillow can be used by a man with brown hair.

12) A pillow can be used by a man with brown hair who is 32 years old.

USELESS FACTS!

13) A pillow is a word with six letters starting with P that can be brown and red and 32cm long and used by a man with brown hair on this Earth at latitude N49° and longitude W124° four years ago.

All the above facts regarding are completely true. Simply alter the above process ad infinitum and you have your infinite amount of facts about pillows. Since the same process can be applied to everything, man's knowledge has already reached infinity. It just hasn't been written down yet.

Missed Call

Sorry I missed your call on Sunday bro but I was watching a movie.

And also I just assumed that you were calling to say that you fell asleep or something on Friday night and woke up the next day with semen and feces in your pants from a wet gay anal sex dream that triggered an erotic sense memory in your bowels.

YOU might be able to use the above text if your friend ever bails on you when you say that you'll meet him in a bar and he doesn't show but it didn't matter anyway because some seventeen year old girls had snuck in at the same time and talked to you to try and blend in with the crowd but soon subsequently fell for you because they're seventeen and everything you know (like titles of Strokes albums) is cool to them.

The Shame of a Good Deed

Today I experienced the crushing shame that comes with being on the receiving end of a good deed.

I was at train station trying to put coins in the machine when the train arrived. The machine was not accepting my two dollar coin and I kept trying to re-insert it to no avail. The train doors opened and I began to grow frustrated as I hurriedly re-inserted my coin.

A stranger passing me noticed my frustration and nodded towards me. He handed me a ticket voucher and I thankfully nodded giving him the two dollar coin in return and hoping on the train just in time.

However, while I thanked the stranger appropriately I also made a conscious effort not to board in the same carriage as him. For some reason I was gripped with this awkward sense of shame for receiving a good deed and I really wanted to avoid seeing this man at all cost.

It was almost to the point where I had wished that the kind deed had not have happened so that I could sort it out by myself and be in no-one's debt.

This may be a corrupt and sad view of society but it has happened on multiple occasions.

Once I was buying a lemon in a supermarket and a man with ten items let me go in front of him. I thanked him profusely but as I stood in front of him getting served at the check out I felt far more uncomfortable in that thirty seconds than I would have if I had waited the five minutes until it was rightfully my turn.

I really don't know where this comes from, whether it's some sort of reflection on my self esteem in that I don't think I truly deserve a kind act, or more realistically the undeniable truth that I probably wouldn't return such kindness to these people if I was in the other position.

See, when I navigate the social sphere I do so with extreme prejudice. For me, it's survival of the fittest. Sure, I'm never excessively rude and I hold the door open here and there but ultimately I'm looking out for one person.

I'm impatient with dawdlers and although I give to the homeless I'm never overly friendly to them. I give up my seat only to the elderly not the middle aged and I walk out in front of cars knowing that the pedestrian holds right of way.

Thus, when someone shows me a kind and caring hand it acts a reminder of the person I'm not and propels me in shame spiral which in turn negates any of the positivity within the initial deed itself. It's a demented psychological affliction and I literally cannot be helped.