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.
I don’t try to hide my shadow-side nature. I don’t see why I should. I don’t care for most people. I think most people are a waste of most people’s time, and I’m surprised that other people don’t see things this way. Do you want to meet most people there are in the world? I don’t think you do. I don’t think most people do. I have a friend who is very friendly, even though he doesn’t want to make friends with everyone. It’s the only way that he can curb what he feels is his true misanthropic nature and keep it from taking over. I think he’s really a nice person, though. Problem is, people want to be his friend, and he doesn’t want them in his inner circle. Content to have them as friendly acquaintances. I head ’em off at the pass by not being friendly. Pleasant, yes, but I am closed. We’re both hard to get to know, but everyone can tell that about me. You can’t tell that about him.
Please Seer, can I have some more?
How was your day?
My day was great. Yesterday, too.
It feels so boastful to say that. Crazy, right? I’m so used to suffering through my life, to admit out loud that I’m really happy seems ego-driven. It’s so different to be excited about what I’m doing, and who I’m meeting, and where I’m going, and what I’m doing. There are extreme challenges, don’t get me wrong, and some of them scare me shitless, and I am terrified sometimes, but I don’t feel like I’m living just to die anymore. I can’t say I believe in a purpose, because that’s not how I roll, but I do feel like I’m going in a direction–in the same direction repeatedly, like I’m making a real pattern for myself, not starting and giving up, or waggling around like a bee-dance, and that’s fantastic.
But that doesn’t mean that I’m not surrounded by people who are hurting.