Musings
As a treatment for my writer’s block, a friend of mine suggested that I write about my feelings. Truth be told, this is rather difficult as I don’t like discussing my feelings with anyone. My feelings, my emotions, are just that: mine. No one else’s. Simply put, I don’t like it when others try to get into my head. I have enough going on in my brain without others trying to muddy the waters.
“But it’ll help you get in touch with your feelings,” my friend says.
At this point, all I can do is reiterate a statement by author Joel Rosenberg: “Not know what I’m feeling? Could anything be sillier?”
The fact of the matter is this: I’m always in touch with my feelings, but if other people knew what I felt, I’d be branded as an anti-social psychopath.
Regardless of the face I put on for the public, sometimes it’s very difficult to conceal the contempt I feel for the vast majority of the human race. This is especially true when I read about or witness the depths of human stupidity. Simply put, humans are stupid creatures. It’s almost as though some supernatural being has decided to remove the concept of STOP AND THINK from mortal lexicon.
Now, I’m not talking about people who occasionally make boneheaded decisions; everyone has moments like that. Unfortunately, there are those for whom rampant idiocy has become an integral part of their lives. These “people” follow their masters blindly, bleating along like led sheep, with nary a thought as to the whys and wherefores of life. They search for something, anything, to justify their dull and pointless lives.
I’m not trying to say that I hate most people. In fact, nothing could be farther from the truth. For me to say that I “hate” people would be to imply a level of concern that simply does not exist. Were the majority of the human race to vanish, I might be inclined to comment on any fireworks generated by their departure. No, for me, hate is like love; it is a special emotion held in reserve for those who have deserved it – like, say, my late sister’s estranged husband.
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Duude…. I can relate!
Blog ON…
Hate is a powerful emotion, but it takes so damn much energy to utilize properly. Usually for me, it’s gradual maddening irritation, like a bug bite or an allergic reaction.
Don’t feel bad, though….I’d say most intellectuals feel the same sociopathic feelings regarding the ‘ great unwashed masses ‘. Quite simply, it’s hard to be an aware, enlightened, or educated person amongst a bunch of idiots. Always having to explain your jokes or regurgitate an encyclopedia’s worth of backstory to explain some of your thoughts. It’s easier if you have patience. But even then some people just won’t ‘get it’. Sometimes it’s their fault, sometimes it’s not. Some people are just not developed enough to understand where they’re screwing up, some don’t care, and some are just too tired or beat down to make the effort.
It’s easiest to circumvent or ignore these kinds of people, but depending on your situation this may not be the best. Even though I don’t harbor much hope, I usually try to make the effort to gently correct those in error
and accept correction myself where warranted. Even educated people can have incorrect info or come to the wrong conclusion. Sadly, many people…even educated people…don’t take this kind of thinking equally from both sides.
And frankly, it’s hard. Taking the time to listen. Taking the time to intervene. Taking the time to educate. I’ve always thought that the more you have, the more you should be able to give, but intellectuals are all too human. You get tired, your temper gets short, and you think, “Come on, even a retarded chimpanzee could figure this out.”
Too bad thinking isn’t trendy. It was in China back in the old days…of course, then there was that whole Cultural Revolution clusterphuck……
Hate?
as in your special feelings for my ex-wife?
No. Your ex is just a useless waste of oxygen, and not worth the effort it would take to hate her.