Iām an introvert. I spend a lot of time inside my head, just thinking about random stuff. š¤
Introverts think about more than just being introverts. I make comics about those thoughts.
At first I was gonna call my comic strip Philosophy Comics, but then I went with the name Introvert Comics instead.
What is love? š¤
The yellow cabs represent all of us: Weāre all different and unique, but weāre also the same in many ways.
It doesnāt really matter which yellow cab you pick. Theyāll all take you where you want to go.
Does God have to pee? š¤
The church clock tower represents Godās giant erect penis. š³
Did you ever really think about poop? š¤
Did you know there are animal species that never poop?
So why did God insist on making humans poop and have diarrhea? Seems like a pretty shitty idea for an all-knowing, all-powerful God.
Third world countries are drowning in shit because their sewer systems canāt handle their rapid population growth. š©š©š©
What if weāre the dumbest āintelligent lifeā in the Universe? š¤
Even the smartest chimp doesnāt have the brain power to understand rocket science, the concept of a 4th dimension, or quantum mechanics.
What if for us humans all the really important stuff, like faster-than-light interstellar travel, will also be forever out of reach, forever beyond our ability to understand?
Thinking about time travel makes my brain itch. š¤
The point of the comic is to make the reader disagree with the statement and reject the idea that the past and future donāt exist side by side with the present.
The middle of the plank, where the guy is currently walking, is the present.
The left side of the plank represents the past. Itās behind him.
The right side represents the future. Itās in front of him.
But even though he only experiences the present at this moment, the left and the right side of the plank exist at the same time, even though he is not experiencing them at the moment.
āFor those of us who believe in physics, the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.ā
Timeās passage is probably an illusion: From the fixed past to the tangible present to the undecided future, it feels as though time flows inexorably on. But that is an illusion.
I am a 74-year-old introvert, still reading and still thinking. I hope to do so until shortly after my last breath.
However, it makes me sad to see how many don't have a clue how to do either.
I had to learn to LIKE being alone with thoughts; to welcome the quiet and the lack of chaos I was so familiar with growing upā¦
So I talk to myself, a LOT. Itās intelligent conversation, after allš