I admire the skeptic. I admire skeptics so much that I’m thinking of starting a project with a terrible name. I’m calling it “The Skeptic Tank.” Wait, I can’t. Name’s already taken. Never mind.
The skeptic’s walls are fortified, but not so fortified that it’s impossible to change their mind. The skeptic wants more evidence, peer review, a large sample size. However, frustration sets in when the skeptic’s bar is so high that no evidence will ever constitute proof.
Arguing with a skeptic is nothing like arguing with a dismissive, like banging one’s head against a wall.
The skeptic speaks with question marks; the dismissive speaks with periods.