I find myself sick to death, tired of arguing about details with people who don't know basic facts.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I like the facts. I find them interesting.
I'm pretty good at sticking to what I know. You don't see me social commentating on health-care or presidential debates. I talk about what I know because I'm petrified of being wrong.
I don't see the value of boringly reporting the cold facts.
Facts are not interesting to me.
I deal in facts.
I love to throw myself into situations where I don't understand everything yet.
People think I just walk up to a sheer cliff and climb it with no knowledge of anything, when in reality, there's tons and tons of information out there, and I'm already well tapped into it.
I like facts and data because they help me think clearly, beyond the cultural messages that I ingest unwittingly, and sometimes find myself regurgitating almost unconsciously.
As soon as you sit down to write about something you are pressing your nose deeper into the sewer of facts.
If you are ignorant, you certainly can get into some interesting arguments.