Richard Hernandez13 said:Yeah, after thinking about it really hard, I’ve decided blueranger12 is a total fundamentalist pro-lifer.
Uehehehe 😁 😁 God, I love you guys.
Since he said his thinking was "thorough," I took a little time to do some thinking of my own. Luckily, I'm currently in a blissful state thanks to some substances in my bloodstream. ... I read this entire thread and I agree with my own opinions more than ever! 😁 Is it because I'm pro-life? How damn interesting!! I've always secretly loved the conservative side of myself. 😍
To Gerald Rivera60! I wanted to say that up there, but I wasn't sure how to put it. It’s like this construct sitting right between psychology and sociology, more of a virtual thing than anything else...
Actually, forget it. You hit the nail on the head perfectly 👍
Dr. Frankenstein said:Look, innate potential doesn't really matter—it's unmeasurable anyway. What actually counts is how someone develops that potential. Our emotions are pretty primal stuff. They come from those deep, evolutionary parts of the brain. Usually, we react emotionally before we even process things cognitively. Everyone experiences basic emotions to some degree, but parenting is what directs a person. It teaches them how to react and how to recognize (and respect) what others are feeling. Plus, upbringing also teaches people how to manipulate emotions—both their own and everyone else's.
Basically, parents are about 95% responsible for who their kid turns out to be. That honestly scares me.😢 It also implies all kids start out basically the same when it comes to social interaction. I just don't buy that!
rowdyridge59 said:So emotional intelligence is basically just how much social interaction you pack into a certain timeframe. The more you cram in, the higher the EI. If you spend 20 years stuck inside four walls, obviously you're going to be socially stunted and won't recognize a basic human gesture, let alone actual empathy.
Look, I’m arguing that emotional intelligence comes down to both genetics and practice. Just like everything else. I felt like I had to point that out because this whole debate is circling the drain. 😁
Figuring out how to approach someone emotionally to get the best possible result is a massive challenge. Some people just get it—they can read the room instantly, understand why someone is acting out, and know exactly how to handle them. Then there are others who are totally lost, unable to tell if someone is actually angry or just stressed, let alone knowing how to fix it. If that isn't a real problem, I don't know what is. Some people are naturally gifted at this, others aren't. Thinking you can just take these social skills for granted is honestly foolish.
I haven't spent a ton of time reading up on it, but the core of the issue is pretty obvious to me.
wiredbison92 said:I think how we treat people—actually recognizing what others feel—is something you learn. It’s built through experience. Intelligence, though? That feels innate. Like a raw potential we're born with, and then it's up to us to actually develop it.
Why would those two types of intelligence be different? If they were the same, kids growing up together would all have the exact same emotional intelligence. We know that's just not how it works.
Lisa Richardson8 said:Nah, no, Balašević actually wrote the song, but way back when... that's why I'm saying the track is almost as old as he is.
Ah, I get it now. I honestly thought the song was written the moment he was born. 😁 Grandma probably sang it to him because she was just so thrilled her son finally had a kid. And man, Grandma was wild—she spent the whole night dancing to Motown, so it’s no wonder little Joe turned out the way he did. But yeah, that's not how it happened.
I’m totally into Jean-Paul Belmondo and Đorđe Balašević. I love how I stumble upon a new song every once in a while. The last one I heard was "Hey hey, we don't care, we're just cruising along." 😁 Such a killer little track.
Jose Miller17 said:...it’s like you're saying Che Guevara decided to dance the mambo on ice... something like that. 😁😁
Ujesemti, what a comparison. Was that whole post from yesterday written like that? 😁 😁 This is a huge loss for the film subforum. 🙂 Come on, grab a drink tonight and actually write something!
I feel the exact same way. My family calls me a zombie for at least two or three hours after I wake up. I can’t talk, I can’t even string a sentence together. Every single move I make feels heavy and exhausted. It’s awful. Especially when my brother starts talking and jumping around me—it just ruins my entire mood. I feel dead. Going to bed earlier helps a little, but not enough. Cinnamon, please find us a solution 🙂
ironcrane7 said:I don't know. I walked out of the theater after maybe twenty minutes. Wasn't really in the mood for a lemonade, and honestly, I already knew how it was going to end anyway. So, I just watched Eva Perón!
If you were at AMC Theatres yesterday at 9:45 PM, consider yourself totally spoiled. 😁 I didn't know how it ended, so I just kept watching.
Lawrence Cook2 said:I love movies like this. They have actual depth and impact. This one is genuinely great. It isn't polished or fake, and I’m honestly glad it isn't an American production.
I didn't bring up Americans on purpose. But since you did—I'm glad it isn't American either. 😁 They could never make a movie like this. They just don't get it. Something is missing.