I was sitting in the room waiting for Calculus to begin and I was browsing Xangas/ Journals. I noticed a continuously recurring theme: the hatred of drama and stupidity. This theme which seemingly transcended the individual pages was so pervasive that entire journals were seemingly devoted to it.
Yet, if this hatred is so intense, then why is there drama and stupidity? I have the feeling that the apparently rampant stupidity is the direct result of the fundamental human stupidity outlined in the great Severtson-Vos Postulate. However, that still doesn’t answer the question of drama. Perhaps that too is linked to stupidity, or it is the result of some other malignant characteristic mapped out somewhere in the genome. Apparently, the obvious answer is that other people cause drama.
This makes perfect sense, since everyone apparently despises it. So, there must be nobody causing it because we all hate it. Yet, the fact that it continues to exist in seemingly massive quantities belies the idea that nobody causes it. Ergo, someone must be the cause (rather like the universe).
However, people rarely write about causing drama themselves, which obviously means that they never do. Thus, we return to the concept that because it exists someone must have caused it to exist. Thus someone is the cause, and since nobody is taking credit for it, it is equally likely for each of us to be the cause. It is so easy to overlook our own inequities (unless you’re a perfectionist, then it’s a smidgen harder), and yet we continuously ignore our mistakes, foibles, and drama instigation, while pointing out those grievous transgressions of others.
I invite you, think back through the last week, or even the last day, and consider how you may have caused drama in someone else’s life. Yet, these self-recriminations could easily drive one crazy by their shear volume. However, I’m sure as a human it will be quite easy to discern the probable exceptions to each and every instance. Such is the nature of pride.
Since that particular solution will work ever so well in correcting the problem at its source, it is doubtful that the following even bears reading, much less consideration. The inherent problem with this “me-centered” society is that we’ve lost all sight of reality. Our definition of reality is constrained to our personal perspective.
Reporter (on TV): “America suffered its 2000th death in Iraq today…”
Me (thinking): “But I got an A on my physics test!”
Einstein would be proud. Everything is apparently relative in today’s society. However, nobody is capable of sharing a reference frame. We all believe that the “origin” so to speak, is located somewhere just behind our eyes. Those things that occur immediately within our vision seem so massive and world changing/shattering in comparison to everything else. Seriously though, just step back and look at how insignificant, if not pathetic, most of the drama is in your life.
Through my psychic-telepathic powers, I can hear you thinking that “But, but, but, it’s so important to me!” That is my very point, these things that you take so personally, be it not getting your specified “seat” in lunch or a particular altercation over something trivial (examples escape me at the present). There may be those of you that actually take offense to this particular entry, here are 1000 words as to why that is completely meaningless.
In closing, I think that Al Pachino’s quote from The Devil’s Advocate is perfect for the occasion: "Vanity: my favorite sin" Don’t be so vain to define your life based on insignificant drama. Heck, it is even insignificant relative to the rest of your life.
So what if the guy you thought was the one broke up with you, you're likely 17-20 and there are at least 3 billion members of the opposite sex out there. Really, its either that or you're destined to be single forever (Darwinism?), in which case there's quite possibly something horribly wrong with you and you shouldn't reporduce anyway (the good of the human race and all that), but in the meantime, you can get your dopamine fix off a hunk of chocolate.
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Oh, and on the topic of stupidity, I hate it when people ask "Can I ask a question?" It is nice that they’re making a valiant effort to be polite, the only detail is that they're doing the very thing that they're trying to avoid -- asking a question without permission.
