I’d like to quickly revisit something. Because I can’t live in a cave and it wouldn’t be healthy to do so I have to see a lot of you who read this blog out of egotistical spite online. Meaning that unless I purposefully go out of my way to ignore you (and I’m about to do that) I’ll keep seeing your almost seemingly willful misreading of my words, purposeful ignorance of facts, attempts to make me feel inferior to you in some obsessive way, or etc. by just going online for a second. Y’all are passive but extremely aggressive. How are you all not more embarrassed by how obvious you are?
Come on. You’re all full of shit.
I’m sorry I’m not a conformist and I prefer to think for myself based on facts and reason. I’m sorry I’m not a boot-licking bourgeois prig.
Wait. That’s called sarcasm. Do you still recognize what the word sarcasm means? Or are you all so cool nowadays you don’t?
How are you all even reading this blog? I mean… Wow. Words. Right? They’re like…so weird. Some people say they mean something but…based on the “great experts” of today and the masses of sheeple who listen to “the great experts” (not to be confused with experts) who now say words don’t mean that much they don’t. Maybe you’re not even reading this.
Oh wow. You’re not reading this!! You’re not understanding my words because my words don’t exist and really words barely exist at all. For anyone.
Wait! How do you know you’re even alive? Did you die in your sleep last night and this is how you find out you’re actually dead? Maybe you’re in a permanent dream. *shrug* How do you know?
It’s all in your head. And that phrase used to mean something. Everything used to mean a lot.
Goodbye. Adiòs. Auf Wiedersehen. Au revoir. 再見. وداعا. Vaarwel. Slán.
And for those who aren’t just sad snarkers “hello!” Thank you for reading my blog. I trust you know you’re not dead or living in someone else’s dream. Or living in a dream at all. I hope?
Here’s a brilliant piece: My Time With the British Aristocracy by K. A. Dilday. Read it! It was just published in The Atlantic yesterday. It has a ton of insight about many things, but it focuses on what it’s like to be black in the upper-class in Great Britain. And I almost feel like I’ve been to church after reading it (not being sarcastic).
I do disagree with this serene and incredibly eloquent writer on a few points though. I think class around the world including in the US is more like the UK than we let ourselves believe (although we may have slightly more upward mobility). And, it affects us all whether we want it to or not. We all notice it whether we’re conscious of it or not. Also, maybe those ways of defining the black upper-class aren’t completely silly? It is a unique class situation given African American history, I think. A profoundly complex thing. But a pure hierarchy based on one’s morality, intellectual prowess and action is definitely reality too. And it may be a lot closer to the ultimate ideal existence (and the real American Dream) or an improved variation of the past? Or an equally realistic and correct interpretation of objective reality?
Character matters supreme. It’s just that I don’t think we’ve arrived in this improved world yet. Not totally. We might have even been closer in the past (in the US at least) if not for possible progress made in regard to race, for example. And, while dogma is often dangerous, it’s accurate that honesty is absolutely best.
Read it. It might make you mad. It might make you nervous. But if it does make you feel that way be smart, kind and honest and don’t let those pieces of our flawed reality diminish your ultimate worth. We’re all equally valuable in the eyes of God.
It might also give you hope.