WHEN YOU KNOW YOU’RE WRONG- CRAP PART II

How many of us argue for the sake of arguing? I do it a lot. I don’t know. I just like the concept of knowing more than there is to know. Does that make sense? It’s not like I have fun annoying other people. Although maybe I do. We all do, right? I was having a chat with a friend the other day and he sort of mentioned that he hates arguing with people who think they’re right and aren’t willing to listen to a different viewpoint whatsoever. He feels, apparently, that if you know you’re right, you’ve got to have the facts to back up the fact that you know you’re right. Facts. Plural. Arguing over something when you’ve only one single solitary piece to stand up for you doesn’t count. Cut the crap. Move on. Tell me. Convince me that you’re right. And then maybe I’ll believe you. Or maybe I’ll come up with a stronger argument to support my case. At the very least, I’ll annoy you merely by disagreeing with the fact that you’re right.

Wow. That was a lot of you’re right. Actually, the concept of having a conversation Is essentially sharing knowledge. We all know that. In our subconscious. If I meet someone, I ask them how they are that day. They’re either well, or they’re fine, or they’re depressed or they’re something or the other. But you get the point. I got some information out of it. Meaningless though it may be. But when a conversation moves on from the interesting boredom of our daily lives, to perhaps world affairs, or politics, or why so and so’s cancer is progressing too fast, then something comes up in us. It’s a sort of competition. It’s a bit like, I want to tell you that I’ve got more knowledge than you do about it. SO I do my best to steer the conversation to my viewpoint, and you try to steer it to yours. Unless, of course, we both agree on something. With me, that’s a bit rare. I love to disagree, just to get an expanded version of a different viewpoint. And then, to annoy you, I’ll tell you that we’re going to have to settle for agreeing to disagree. And then I’ll walk off.

Ten minutes later, I’ll be sitting at a bus stop. Or perhaps a bench somewhere in a public place, and come across someone else. I’ll strike up a conversation. Meaningless talk. And then I’ll use your viewpoint as my own. IF I don’t have a very deep faith in my own viewpoint of course. And they, having to disagree with me, will give me an expanded version of my own view-point. Makes sense so far? So basically, I’ll end up knowing a lot more than I did about something in two hours. From two strangers.

You get it. THIS is why I argue with people I don’t know. I learn. A lot. And they say education is what you get in institutions. OH BOY!

OH GOD, THIS IS CRAP

How do you talk to someone about what you’re feeling at any particular moment and expect them to relate to you? How do you start writing a book when you have no idea what its going to be about? How do you meet the person you want to be with for the rest of your life for the first time in your life? How do you judge someone who’s done a horrible thing harshly and not understand the true concept of judgment? How do you ask someone to lie and cover for your mistake when you have no account of the entirety of the repercussions of that mistake?

I know. So many questions. So many answers. So many choices. So many decisions. I start a discussion with someone and I know they can’t give me the perspective I want. They just can’t. Because what I’m asking from them is something they can’t give, not because they’ve never experienced it but because they’ve never thought it. I can count on one hand the people I know who are conscious of each decision they make, every time they make it. I’m not one of them. I want to be, but I’m not. I’m just a person who does her best to live life on her own terms. I write, I eat, I sleep. I watch movies. I do short walks. Short. I laugh a lot. I think. I never cry. I eat. I’ve mentioned that. And oh yes. I contribute to global warming.

OK. I’m drifting here. My point is: How do you know exactly who you are, what you are? I don’t know. I don’t get myself. How am I supposed to ‘get’ anyone else? I’ve no idea about any of the questions I’ve just asked myself. Perhaps you can help me out a bit.

Sometimes I feel that perhaps I’m not doing my share to make the world a better place. I don’t help little old ladies cross the street. I throw stuff outside the car window. I ignore the poor and the homeless. I’ve never dropped a coin in a guitar box. I mess up my room daily and expect my mum to clean up after me. I get it. I’m not a very good person.

But there’s something I do get. I get that mine is a perfect world, and that I’m supposed to be living perfectly in it. I get that I’m luckier than millions of people out there, because I know where my next meal is coming from. I get that I’m a person with enough brain activity to know that I’m lucky. I get that.

I still don’t get where I’m going with this. Help me out here.

Armed Robbery...

We were robbed yesterday night. Time: 1.26 AM. Details: 3 armed thugs entered the house. Beat my mum and threatened to cut off her arm if she didn’t cooperate and give them money. Hit my father with a rungu. Bashed my uncle’s head with the butt of a gun. Forced our security guard to lie on the floor inside the house after giving him a thorough beating. How they entered: They followed my uncle’s car into the gate, before the security guard could shut it. They got away with plenty of things. I was sleeping in my cousin’s room upstairs, since we were having guests. My mum and dad were in my room. They got into it, and turned everything upside down. They made off with my wallet, two cameras, my memory cards, my laptop bag, and plenty of other miscellaneous things. They also made off with quite a lot of money, and a bit of jewelry from our guests.

What is the world coming to?