If it weren't so heartbreaking, it would be funny and poignantly hilarious to intercept and make sense of people and their reactions.
There are all kinds of people in this world. Surely, if you have made it past evolution, you are fair grounds to breathe and be here. But just because you exist and belong to a race that prides itself on being the culminating and advanced product of eons of evolution doesn't make you intelligent or special. Two paths have eternally existed - that of conforming and that of defying. If your success comes from conforming to the deafening noise and stifling ways of the world, you are not as phenomenal as you think. Get over yourself and get a little sensible, please.
People and their reactions.
We all have a story - the one that's written by our biology, our psychology and our environment. Our willpower, our choices, our genes, our culture, our friends - we are but an evolving equation born out of these ever changing variables. The point of mentioning that is to make you understand that we do not have much control over who we are or who we become. By that I mean, most of us do not choose to become a certain way once we are of a certain age which is a pity because at least an exercise like that would jolt us into thinking and consciously evading that which is vacuous and empty. Nobody says that they are going to be an introvert or an extrovert or shy or psychotic. They just end up becoming an introvert or an extrovert or psychotic as a result of the various factors at play in the stage of their life. I sometimes feel: our basic nature seeks us out; it chooses us rather than us choosing it. If you can understand, acknowledge or accept that, then you would know there is nothing remotely special or successful or marvelous about you. And, then maybe - just maybe - you would stop being a condescending and judgmental monster.
And, now, lets talk about an "interesting", recurring reaction pattern that inspired this post.
It must be a chemical process. A reaction triggered by the something deep within the human brain.
Do you have any friends? Have you made any friends?
No, I don't have any friends. I live by myself.
The following will happen immediately and inevitably. (Can you hear me sigh?)
Their lips will twitch and curl into a mocking smile, their eyes gape at you like the blinding headlights of a car speeding to ram into you and to knock you out.
Its that smile - that of pity, that of feeling embarrassed for the poor soul who has no friends; that smile that is a cross between a cringe and a grimace; that smile that thinks you are a doomed fool; that you are inferior and they are superior; that they are alpha and you are a goddamn nobody; that you would fall off the race and that they would win that race - that's what that brief lingering smile is all about.
And then, depending on the status of kinship, there are some that recommend going on a befriending spree. Sure, one of us who finds it hard to connect and make friends will go on an exclusive - make new friends cruise - if any and everyone posing this question and making this recommendation will go on a - stop being such a conforming, snobbish, preaching creature cruise. Do we have a deal?