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The other day I heard two people talking. That day there was some people going around the cafeteria taking a world hunger related survey. After the sureyors left the two girls talked about how they would't, hypothetically, pay fifteen bucks a month or some other rediculously small amount to help other people eat. It sounded to me like they were trying to convince themselves. Like they knew they should, but they needed to convince themselves that they were still good people for not doing it. Such things are only natural, I suppose.
You know, politicians in general are just small men who like to play silly buggers while the world goes on around them. Sometimes I wonder if they know just how honest they are with themselves. I dislike dubya Bush as much as most people who will probably read this, but I really don't hate him. I look at him and I feel sad for him. He's just such a pitiful person. I look at these people and I know you couldn't offer me enough money or power to turn into that.
Everyone is, however, like politicians in some respect. Ours is a world of ideals, and everyone has to grab theirs and hold on as if it was the last piece of cake before fat camp. When you get right down to it, however, people are really no different. We are thoughtless, irrational, lonely beings who comfort ourselves with our ideals.
A while back I joined a political group. They dedicated themselves to educating youngsters such as ourselves about alternatives to the military, and helping them get out of it. Good cause, I thought, but interacting with the people made my stomach turn. They were just as petty and thoughtless as any hardcore conservative representing the religious right. I once heard "conservative" defined as, "the group of people who want to maintain the current oppressive regime, as opposed to a 'liberal,' who wants to replace it with a new one." This seemed to apply.
It occurs to me that all people are born, live, and die alone. We try to fool ourselves into thinking otherwise. We form friendships and groups. We come and live close to each other. We marry. Some even love. But for all of it there isn't a person who ever lived who was ever truly understood by another. Never anyone who could even confirm that any other person really existed. We still try, though, with our entire beings. Whatever we can do to fool ourselves, if just for that much longer, that we aren't alone in this world. Not that I'm getting all depressed/complainy/emo. Just saying what I see as reality.
You know, politicians in general are just small men who like to play silly buggers while the world goes on around them. Sometimes I wonder if they know just how honest they are with themselves. I dislike dubya Bush as much as most people who will probably read this, but I really don't hate him. I look at him and I feel sad for him. He's just such a pitiful person. I look at these people and I know you couldn't offer me enough money or power to turn into that.
Everyone is, however, like politicians in some respect. Ours is a world of ideals, and everyone has to grab theirs and hold on as if it was the last piece of cake before fat camp. When you get right down to it, however, people are really no different. We are thoughtless, irrational, lonely beings who comfort ourselves with our ideals.
A while back I joined a political group. They dedicated themselves to educating youngsters such as ourselves about alternatives to the military, and helping them get out of it. Good cause, I thought, but interacting with the people made my stomach turn. They were just as petty and thoughtless as any hardcore conservative representing the religious right. I once heard "conservative" defined as, "the group of people who want to maintain the current oppressive regime, as opposed to a 'liberal,' who wants to replace it with a new one." This seemed to apply.
It occurs to me that all people are born, live, and die alone. We try to fool ourselves into thinking otherwise. We form friendships and groups. We come and live close to each other. We marry. Some even love. But for all of it there isn't a person who ever lived who was ever truly understood by another. Never anyone who could even confirm that any other person really existed. We still try, though, with our entire beings. Whatever we can do to fool ourselves, if just for that much longer, that we aren't alone in this world. Not that I'm getting all depressed/complainy/emo. Just saying what I see as reality.