May 2003 Be Less Like 2002

You know, if there’s one thing that brings my blood to a boil and, generally, leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach, it has to be how some people are compelled to impose — with a great deal of forcefulness and disrespect — their beliefs, values, and opinions onto others. (And no, I’m not referring to any of the kind readers of aMMusing.) In other words, if there’s one type of people towards whom I am intolerant, it has to be those bullying, intolerant people. Ironic, eh?

They really get on my nerves and my tits, though. I constantly have to remind myself that they likely act the way they do to exercise power over other people because, in fact, circumstances have brought them to feel otherwise powerless themselves. Or maybe as a result of feeling powerless, they have “thought through” a remedy on their own, drawing from pop psychology to rigid political and/or religious ideology and everything in between. But, in order for that remedy to work, they have to aggressively dismiss as f*cked or defective anyone who doesn’t see it their way. They often pose as the most vocal defendants of freedom — of individuals, of citizens, of a nation, of choice — yet they conveniently ignore how their view/remedy systematically reduces other people’s freedom.

I know I’m just ranting right now and I’m not being very specific. In fact, I’m not thinking of anyone in particular; I’m just voicing a general feeling of annoyance. But most ironic of all, what inspired these musings are the new year’s wishes I wish to express to my friends, acquaintances, and indeed the people I don’t even know:

Be good to your neighbours, be they near or far.
In all things, strive never to do any harm.
May 2003 be prosperous and filled with happiness for you.

{9} Thoughts on “May 2003 Be Less Like 2002

  1. I know this is not the response you were looking for, Maurice. But, you have no idea how this entry made me laugh. Not at you – at something else. Thanks. I needed that. 🙂

  2. You’re welcome, I guess. *grin* (Just kiddin’.)

    You’re right: I probably can’t imagine how this entry made you laugh, but that’s not to say that it wasn’t the response I expected. Heck! I NEVER know what to exepct in way of response to my postings! :->} I just like it when people respond and see what “conversation” ensues.

  3. OK. Maybe I did read your entry exactly as intended. I think I was just shocked to see you actually “go there”. Good on you!

  4. I know exactly what you meant, Maurice. Of course, you knew that I would, didn’t you? 🙂

    I would wager it being more along the lines of a psychological issue, myself – low self esteem, particularly, when certain types of people blather away endlessly about the same thing (over and over again) and take potshots at other people (over and over again) because of what those other people want to do with their lives or their blogs or their friends or $whatever. There’s one making the rounds in blogland right now that would be funny if it weren’t so damned pathetic on the parts of those very people who seem to want to do nothing more than demonstrate how intolerant they are of opnions other than their own. The chickenshit nature of not going to the source and having an intelligent and friendly disagreement is what bugs me the most about those people, I think. Shows a true lack of character – but then again, it’s pretty darned useful as a measure of their character and the conclusion that I wouldn’t want to associate with them any further anyhow.

    BTW, how’d you like to come to an official HoMaCon? We’re bringing the minions in, and I think it would be a blast to have you here, too.

  5. I decided not to hijack your comments as my thoughts turned into a full-fledged rant, Maurice. You can read them here, if you like: [sakamuyo.net/log/index.php?id=P290] (linkrot).

  6. Thank you for all your comments, people! But I just noticed the time and I have to get ready for that “Eggs & Roses/Hyacinths” party now, but I’ll comment on your comments either when I come back or sometime tomorrow. And Kevin: I just read your post and you *get it* perfectly. :->}

  7. I hope I never get on your tits. I don’t know what that means but it doesn’t sound good! :O

    Ah, come on, Steph. I know you have a better imagination than that. :->} Just imagine someone reaching for “yours” (uninvited, of course) and squeezing “them” twice quickly while saying “Meep! Meep!” like the Road Runner “says” it… I think you’d be annoyed.

    By the way, I’m taking the above scenario out of context, for it’s actually a running joke on a very popular TV show on Radio-Canada, called Un gars, une fille.

  8. Another “Eggs & Roses” party has come and gone. I added an epilogue in the comments for the appropriate entry in this blog.

    Well, folks! I have to admit that the first draft of this entry was vastly differently than what I finally published. I started off with some very general thoughts which were bringing me to reflect on how a disparate group of individuals — from heads of state to bloggers — could be so intolerant and narrow-minded and, therefore, very hurtful towards other individuals. I am NOT a flake who believes that every bad thing around us can be fixed if we could just communicate more. However, I do value consistency and I always make connections between events and situations which, on the surface, may seem unrelated. I’ve always made it a matter of pride and honour that I can respect and try to understand positions that differ greatly from my own. But the buck stops where that respect and attempt at understanding isn’t mutual, or when the opposing position could lead to all sorts of carnage, be it physical, emotional, or any other form.

    In the end, the frustration I was feeling which inspired this entry did lead me to think about more specific instances that I witnessed in 2002. As a result, I knew that most of my small readership — and definitely you, Annette :->} — would understand what I was talking about. I wasn’t particularly familiar with blogs on this date a year ago, so little did I know I would be doing it myself a year later. And little did I know, obviously, that so much pseudo-drama and mean-spiritedness occurred in blogland. As I would pause in writing this entry, I would read blogs I seldom read and see even more examples of people declaring themselves the arbiters of what’s right and what’s wrong. And I felt increasingly queazy because I started thinking to myself, “If this is how Ordinary Joe or Jane is thinking, and if Ordinary Joe or Jane is so damn judgemental, then we’re really fucked.”

    Thus, by the fourth or fifth (and final) draft, my entry took the form that you see now.

    Meanwhile… Annette: I, too, think it would be a complete blast to attend an official HoMaCon. Keep me posted! I can’t say for sure yet that I would be able to attend, but you can bet I would try my best to do so. :->}

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