birdup.snaildown
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Do you prefer lies or the harsh truth?
I'm a strong believer in the latter. I always want to hear what people have to say, especially when they're holding back because they might offend me. Out of a misguided sense of respect, I used to treat others this way. (In other words, I used to tell them what I thought they needed to hear.) I'm still struggling with it a bit, but I definitely lie to people in certain situations.
Kids and people who are severely disabled need to be lied to sometimes, although I wonder if that's because they've been conditioned like that. (I have to admit, with children, it's difficult not to lie sometimes.)
I work with an autistic guy currently who gets treated like a little child because it's easier to do that. It's easier because he's less likely to be triggered if you careful manoeuvre the trial and error gauntlet that we've created over time to avoid his triggers. I do it too. At this point, with him, it has to be done this way... With others, I'm not so sure.
I've always been horrified by the fear of what people aren't saying to my face. It is probably this crippling anxiety that makes me desperate to know the truth, but that (in turn) makes me more awkward socially... so: the more I try to understand what it is they are saying in the first place = me assuming they're saying even worse things.
Society (and, to a lesser extent this forum) is moderated around etiquette. Etiquette, for me, doesn't equate with niceness. It's almost the opposite way round.
"If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything," just means people talk shit behind our backs. The negative feelings are still there.
I prefer to know who my enemies are. Etiquette (and copious amounts of psychedelic drugs) have made me paranoid about whether or not even my family/friends like me.
It was my sister-in-law's 40th birthday the other day. She's okay. I don't hate her, but we don't get along and we never have. My mother was calling me up over and over again to remind me to call her... Why?
Why should my sis pretend for the rest of her life that she wants me to call... and why should I pretend until the day I day that I want to call? So, anyway, I sent her a message. I didn't bother making it personal. It was very, very generic message from my family to hers.
I pity people with big families. I hardly have any blood relatives within 1,000 kilometres. To some extent, I like it that way... but every fucking year I have to send so many messages and make so many phone calls.
I don't want to get fifty calls on my birthday and I'm sure you don't either. I fucking hate etiquette and obligation. Family (particularly when it applies to in-laws) is basically just racism. I don't care more about someone because they're related to me any more than I care more about someone because they have the same colour skin... or because they happen to be related to someone I love. I love them, not their cousin.
Why can't I just be honest about this without being an asshole?
My wife has a big family, particularly on her father's side, and I don't have a lot of days off. So, I just don't want to do the obligatory calls and go to all the Christmas lunches and what not. I fucking hate them so much. There's just a bunch of people (who don't want to be there) pretending for the sake of other people (who also don't want to be there) in the name of tradition.
Tradition is like religion without faith.
How much of my life has to be devoted to a never-ending series of meaningless events?
My first marriage was an Indian ceremony. There were hundreds of people there. It went for three days. The majority of the congregation was Hindu. There was literally not a single practicing Hindu among them. They put fruit down in clay bowls in temples every week as a "sacrifice" but they did it as tradition not religion. They do this because they are part of a formerly-spiritual community and they don't want to upset their elders, who also didn't believe.
Why do the elders keep doing it?
Because they don't know that nobody cares anymore!
God knows how long this has been going on.
In Australia, when there are parked cars in a narrow road and somebody "lets you pass" you're expected to give them a wave of gratitude. It took me along time of stubbornly refusing and arguing about this before I finally gave in. Now I do the Hitler salute.
The stupid thing is, we're (very selectively) thanking people for not breaking the road rules. Common sense dictates that you should stop and let someone pass if there is a parked car on your side of the road. Otherwise you'll be involved in a head on collision and I doubt your insurance company will cover it since you're driving towards incoming fucking traffic... But, NO! People need to be thanked for not being assholes these days.
Maybe it has always been like this.
I don't see a big difference between this bullshit paper thin veil of roadside civility and the name calling and virtue signalling that exists in this website (and everywhere else in society).
I'm not a fan (in principle) of falsely inflating people's egos. If anyone reading this (assuming that anybody does) would like to say something about me - totally unfiltered - this is your chance. I give the mods my blessing to ignore the BLUA as it pertains to my rights as a contributor in this thread. If you don't like me, I'd like to know why because then (maybe) I can improve myself.
Thanks in advance.
|||Question Time|||
1. Do you like to tell it like it is?
2. Do you like to hear it like it is?
3. What would the world be like if everybody told the truth?
4. Is it better to be ignorant?
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TL;DR
You have my full permission in this thread to say whatever you like to me. May the BLUA be damned. Fuck etiquette. We are all big boys and girls. Tell me what you really think @dalpat077. I can take it.
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