Dear Fellow Member of Society,
Here we both are, swimming upstream in this. I do not know where you need to spawn. I do not care. That’s not my business. We will both eventually die in the abyss.
I am sorry my arbitrary set of rules and regulations I have created for myself and crystallized my behavior around conflicts with yours.
I realize in the grand scheme of things neither of them matters more than the other. It doesn’t really matter if there’s space for pedestrians in front of you or behind me or if someone’s in the intersection or if someone has eleven items in a line at a checkstand or if you aren’t carpooling or if you don’t cover your mouth or whatever fifty years from now when I’m dead or dying. I won’t care then. But right now I’m caught in minutia because they give me the illusion of control over something, just something, anything, a slippery sense of falling off into the void, and you got in the way. You got in the way of my feeling powerful over loss of ego. Ego is really what I need to lose.
I am sorry if I made you feel less that the amount of respect other human beings deserve. I’m working on it, but sometimes I need to work harder than others. I am sorry if I hurt you.
Open letter addressed to argumentative people who think they are just into spirited discussion
Hey, I am sure you have a lot of things to say that are really important to you about (but not limited to):
- Palestine/Israel/the Middle East
- Drug Legalization
- Prostitution/Sex Workers
- Wars/Military issues
- Government issues
- Veterans affairs
- Health care
- Oppression, general and/or specific
- Other assholes
But I don’t have time to listen to your stories. I’m not going to change my mind. No one over the age of twelve will change their mind on these sort of topics without seeking the information themselves. I don’t want to talk to anyone who doesn’t agree with me about these topics, and I don’t really want to talk to anyone who does agree with me on these topics. Shit just makes me angry. I’m angry enough.
But Seer, don’t you want to make a difference on [this topic]?
Yelling and/or nattering at me about bullshit isn’t the same thing as making a difference about bullshit. How about instead of telling me that the Onion shouldn’t be calling a little girl a cunt and how racism and sexist and arrgh you go make a positive difference in the world? Or something? Jesus, if everyone would stop getting their assholes all clenched about fake outrage and chopping teeth about it, and really did something with all that energy, problems would be getting solved!
That so isolationist/idiotic/small-minded/submissive to patriarchy/gluten-tolerant!
See, this is why you shouldn’t be talking to me about any of this. If you really want to be angry, go yell at someone who does or does not agree with you, but leave me out of it. I don’t like this. You know what I like?
I like this video and its ilk very, very much! So if you excuse me, I’ll be listening to this. Go be angry somewhere else without me. I got shit to write. And I really want to listen to these two albums again. I can’t do that with you talking at me.
No matter how insane and ridiculous they seem, you must follow your dreams. Even if they are talking to everyone about Proposition Poo-Poo Bananas.