[montsnmags]

I am so tired, here, there and everywhere. Why is it that we feel so inclined to insult, ridicule, deride, manipulate, condescend and slap at each other like kids in a playground, either aggressively or passive aggressively, not only over our opinions, but our unsolicited opinions, and even those that are so farking irrelevant to anything important; things that don't matter; things that aren't relevant to the conversation; things that are nothing but complete subjectivity where "right" is about as useful a term as determining someone's preference for anchovies;? Where do we get off behaving like %^&*s to each other, purely because we have an opinion THAT MUST BE SHARED? Why are we so gods-damned inclined to form some subjective opinion, a "taste" for something, and then look for ways to bling it up with ethical and moral stance? Why do we conflate subjectivity into an ethical soapbox? Why are people so quick to judge a person based on some minute, specific aspect of some associated subject of some fringe field of interest's subset of operation? Why do we feel so compelled to require other people to live their lives as we live, when the way they live their lives has no bearing or effect on us?

There's a saying "Opinions are like arseholes, everybody has one", but the unspoken corollary to that is "SO FERFARKSAKE STOP BEING AN OPINION!"(*).

I'm tired of the arseholishness and general arrogance of people trying to determine what others think and do and say. I'm tired of stupid, minor issues being falsely and ridiculously turned into major battles that must be fought with such vehement, aggravated deaf insistence (lest one be damned for all eternity). I'm tired of people thinking that have some kind of moral right to my thoughts; that I am somehow less-than-human and must not be permitted to determine my own life's path - choose my own thoughts, words, actions, emotions - despite that choice affecting no-one else's individuality.

I think I'm just a neurotic introvert tired of people, and so now tired of himself.

(One takes small twinklings of reassurance where one can get them, be they Zelda's "cake" or pilotbob's mouse-cleaning suggestions. I thank ye both for that, and for others that I have yet to read because I needed to vent first)

It's getting dark, and there's a the hint of a smidgen of a tweak of a snifter of plantain in the air, wrapping around the outline of something slightly gibbonesque. The big, red button marked "ADRIAN" on my UserCP is calling to me like a large, liquorice, lozenge of diazepam. My invisible and inadvertently violent Big Brother is parting his non-lips, in preparation of announcing, "It's time to go..."

Marc

(*) I stole this, even if I paraphrased it, but I can't remember where from.