The Monkey's Fist

A brave professor once told me, "our neuroticisim makes our genius."  The constant defense-system that develops by over analyzing makes the genius quicker or cleverer... maybe.  But maybe it stresses out too.

Sometimes I think I am crazy.  I overthink a thought and it's implications and then the implications that follow that one, but not without attacking the foundations of this and that --whichthenimplies yadayadayaday ...   ad infinitum.    

I like to think the obsessive analysis (through the constant exercise) tore a space for my conceptual capacity, endowing my philosophical limits.  If so, isn't neuroticism a good thing?  Should I want it upon others?

Language is complicated insofar as one sentence means much more than just "what I mean it to say".      But in my personal life, it occasionally becomes exhausting to cover all my bases and study my expression from every angle so as to always be right and never questioned about any thing that I say.  Apparently it can tire my friends or loved ones.

This is just a personal blurb today...    My uncle says that there is value in directness.  It's what he learned living in New York.  There is a certain appeal to the brevity of a no-nonsense New Yorker.   But can a philosopher experiment with being blunt...?