The worst type of stupid is the kind where idiots believe that they can feel, speak, and think for other people, especially without consulting with said people. Overall and historically, humans have retarded their own progression by accepting, applying, and advancing the belief that retarded-ass humans know what’s best for humanity. Without question, normality is the collection of actions, attitudes, beliefs, and behaviors dictated to and carried out by people who lack the capacity and concern to care for the betterment of man-made ideas. In simpler terms, “normal” people are generally those who don’t have minds of their own. But getting back on topic, I’m certain that we’ve all had people project misconceived notions about us onto us. And a pattern of projection is indicative of the projector’s proneness to self-absorption. I touched on this a few posts back, highlighting many people’s propensity for confusing projection with empathy while under the false impression that their feelings about any particular situation are analogous to those of everyone who has identical experiences. Again, self-absorption is the condition of being fixated on one’s own emotions and situations. From my perspective, people who make a habit of telling others what they’re thinking and how they’re feeling, principally without actually inquiring about others’ thoughts and feelings, aren’t very empathetic—they’re more apathetic. In this context, apathy is to lack concern for others’ true feelings. Insensitive people are very superficial, so they emphasize surface level observations as if the most noticeable things are the most revealing. And to make it worse, those shallow, judgmental, misinterpreting people believe that confronting others about their reticence and exposing what they perceive as others’ inhibitions is helpful. For instance, we all know that facing fears, addressing issues, and strengthening weaknesses are life-changing accomplishments. Nonetheless, insensitive people lack boundaries and don’t understand that it’s oftentimes not their place to force or coerce others to act without intrinsic incentive. Minding your fucking business is important because it can keep you from offending and oppressing others, but it can also help you prevent being offended and oppressed. What’s more, attempting to disguise hatred as helpfulness is nasty, but is not to be mistaken with undisguised abhorrence—which is nastier. Diverging slightly, have you ever had someone insistently attempt to help you against wishes? No matter the matter, no means no. Insensitive people often perceive pushiness and persistence as strong traits, which motivates their tendencies toward self-absorption. Moving on, the second worst type of stupid is the kind where people adamantly attempt to deny something that’s undeniable, and fail to recognize how ridiculous that makes them look and sound. Now, this type of stupid coincides with the prior because insensitive people are typically unconcerned with how their expressions and actions affect others. If someone intransigent is convinced that their perspective or belief is unassailable, they’re disinclined to use discretion when explaining their position. But what if they’re wrong? In innately lacking insight, insensitive people are inaccurate indefinitely. And do you know what that means? It means that those who lack insight are the most likely to deny what’s obvious to everyone but them—making insensitive people the worst type of stupid people from all aspects! Conversely, we’re all guilty of lacking concern for people’s feelings from time to time, but that’s beside the point. With stupidity in mind, insensitivity as a lifestyle choice or permanent practice is what I’m condemning. For the record, if you’ve lambasted or lied on me at any point and for any reason, you goddamn right—I don’t give a fuck about your feelings. Also, if you’re a hateful person and I don’t like you, fuck you. Reciprocity and redress are recommendable, right? Everyone lives by a creed, everyone finds credence in something, but not everyone is credible. Simply put, if you never doubt or question yourself, you’re probably wrong more than you’re right, and nobody should be comfortable being that stupid.
How many genuine haters would you say you have? And when I say hater, I don’t mean someone who just says negative things about you occasionally, but a motherfucker who harbors animosity toward you, slanders you, and conspires against you. There’s this petty-ass female podcaster who pops up in my YouTube recommendations sparsely as she trends for whatever bullshit she’s started in the moment. Currently, said blond-haired, bass-voiced podcaster has issues with her former podmate, as well as an unassociated female podcaster who she constantly criticizes for being an undying damsel in distress amongst a panel of men on a popular podcast. Right now, I’m sort of off podcasts, but I watch and listen to short clips and small portions of fresh episodes. The female podcaster being downed and denounced by the bald-headed, bad-mouthing podcaster hardly ever has wicked words for anyone, unless she’s being pressured by the immature, irritating, irresponsible leader of her slowly slumping podcast. To boot, a female acquaintance of the leader of the male-led podcast that features the cruelly critiqued female podcaster has also been issuing insults at the likeable, loquacious lady. Miss, you can’t catch a break, huh? If you’re taking advice, I would recommend ignoring the noise. As you know, I think you’re the most intelligent person on that podcast, and if it weren’t for you and your leader’s unlawful obsession with me, I would’ve stopped tuning in long ago. Moreover, if it’s any consolation, your man’s network is near to ruin anyway. “It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late…” Can y’all believe that I’ve never heard that song in its entirety? I’ve only heard snippets, and I can’t even remember from where. Would you accept an apology from your biggest hater? Fuck it, let me switch the subject. The Democratic National Convention, a four-day assembly hosting the “blue” party’s partisans in a celebration of democracy and the championship of our current democratic presidential nominee, commenced on Monday, but I haven’t watched any of it. All I know is that I’m voting “blue,” and the only thing that matters is that Americans keep democracy alive. Ultimately, I don’t need to be sold on something that I’m not purchasing, if you catch my drift. I know enough to assure that I believe in Kamala Harris and Tim Walz, and the rest is just details. Having mentioned superficiality in the first paragraph, when are the details incontestably important? A political campaign is like a national job interview, meaning motherfuckers are just going to say what they believe the decision-makers want to hear. And though I understand that establishing enthusiasm and creating a coalition with constituents is crucial, I’m not inclined to hang on the words of politicians—whether I support them or not. I guess being a writer and a big thinker, who is capable of convincing, desensitizes me to emphatic rhetoric. Additionally, I apprehend that the two major political parties have idiosyncratic core values and systematized standpoints that are predictable, so choosing the broad-minded over the bigoted is a no-brainer for me. Politics is one of those things that gets old quickly, which is one of many reasons why nearly half of American voters enjoy—if nothing else—the presence of the very entertaining Donald Trump. If you say that Donald Trump ain’t funny as fuck, you can’t call yourself a proud American, sorry. Americans, per the country’s culture, don’t give a fuck to a fault. And honestly, I pity everyone who takes politics too seriously. This country’s issues are far too simple, and straightforwardly reparable, for activists to believe that the solutions aren’t as easy as voting. Because what the fuck else can we do?! Rioting is a ridiculous waste of time, marching stopped making a mark after Martin, bitching and complaining doesn’t do anything but annoy people, politicians make promises that policies prevent, and once again, being tired is tiresome. Motherfuckers, just vote! Peace.