Monday, April 04, 2011

Misathropissed


I must admit to an inability to understand those who see only the good in their fellow man. From where I sit I see delusional egotism and an utter disregard for all but the self.
I see the jostling crowd, elbows out with little time for anything but the endless stream of mis-spelt words issuing from crooked thumbs.
As if one’s location, if not broadcast to someone on the other side of the ether, would cease to exist; as if, in the absence of a constant stream of meaningless words one would disappear into the silence and there, perhaps, one would encounter a thought that asked a question whose answer has not been included in the script.

7 comments:

Jimmy said...

At last, a kindred spirit joins me at the great bar of life.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Jimmy: Looks like it's just you and me.

Jimmy said...

More spirits for us to partake in. I never did like crowds.

Yodood said...

Educated to believe they are bicycles needing constant pumping to remain upright or sharks needing constant motion to breathe, solitude represents death to the polished ego. The being one cannot help but be lies all distained below the fearful facade of constantly maintained public perception. You nailed it good, my friend.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Yodood: Travelling on public transport fot 2 hours every day tends to give a rather jaundiced view (clarity).

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

Heh, those who only see good in their fellow man are eyes wide open in a hopeful dream state.

Sometimes I wish I could be more like them, but, most of the time I'm glad to not have anymore than breathing and shitting in common with them.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Lobi: Welcome to the club! A club of four members (less than a handful) - we'd better be careful lest we fall victim to popularity.