Who I am
It's becoming clearer to me, as I think about this, that what people object to with my outlook on things is the same thing they've always objected to. It's not what I think as much as who I am.
I'm a nice guy. People think that means soft. They want to be tough. Not as tough as the terrorists. Not as soft as me. Just right.
And when I hear that moronic bullshit, I want to be tougher than terrorists. I want to the son-of-a-bitch in your life that you are sorry that you have to deal with.
But I'm not a son-of-a-bitch, except when I need to be. I am, generally, a nice guy.
And I have nothing to apologize for in that.
People who reason like the above are not reasoning at all, really. They are rationalizing why they are such dicks. And the lesson I'm learned about people who rationalize, is that they will make up excuses for anything and everthing they do. They will always explain away their failures. They will always look to someone else to blame.
Because that what it means to be a dick.
We're all dicks, at some point in our lives.
I'm just listening to a lot of people make excuses, these days, for why I need to be a dick with them.
It's the worst kind of peer pressure.
Come to think of it, that's exactly what it's meant to be. Peer pressure. Though, this time, the assholes engaged in it are sure that it's for good purpose and not all of the bad purposes that they've used it for before.
Thank goodness, because this world would be a mess if we had a bunch of assholes running around applying peer pressure on one another, especially if they were all arguing that it was for the common good.
Thank goodness we don't have that mess on our hands.
Love,
Ben