A Hermitic Society
Sunday, February 20th, 2011Now this societal disability was not necessary a conscious choice, but it has its beneficial delusion of rationalising advantages. We say ‘rational’, but what we really mean is, I do not want a mansion; I am happy with my cardboard box with twig fence accessory.
I guess ultimately, the average loner is alone because they can’t deal with being judged, but I’ll never deal with that, a bit like BT Customer Services; the fault is never with them, it’s everybody else that’s wrong”
But like with many anxieties, you can make many successful steps on the ladder but only takes one snake to put you back where you started. It’s difficult once you’ve been rejected.
I’ve observed people in bars, shops, and pretty much anywhere that these congregation of ‘oh you’re here so I’ll talk to you- the person that unless not conveniently placed right in front of me, I would not bother’ people take place. I often wonder just what it is you people thingies talk about?
Now I have, believe it or not, taken part in one of these fruitless tokens, and the topic of conversation was basically a series of questions for the interrogator to build an ill-constructed profile of me. However, this is not really, to me, a conversation, but really just an interview for the position of acceptance. Or forcibly trying to find a likeness or similar interest in the attempt to relate, which is, in its self, nothing more than an attempt to justify or verify the right to be themselves, whilst applying subtly with the rice filling questions like: age, origin, and name. Name being nothing more than a URL to what to them is you, the No Frills silhouette version of you that can sociably fit within the insipid background of their own selfishly personal world.
