Jul 08, 2006 02:24
What I know is never enough, because it doesn't change things for me. Because I could scream at you all the things I know to be true, all the things I've figured out, and it would be wasted breath. You wouldn't know them, you wouldn't feel them to be true, you wouldn't have figured it out and so you'd think I was blowing smoke up your ass.
That's a truth stumbled upon: people learn the hard way, most of the time.
Maybe knowledge is suspect for them, maybe fact and fiction were blurred long ago - in hypocritical parents, manipulative media, corrupt governments. Maybe morality is just too damn difficult to think about. Maybe nothing shocks or emboldens anymore. Maybe fear is driving. Maybe lots of things.
I could assume that she doesn't want to get involved because of any of the above maybes. I could assign her a maybe, and tailor my conversation to that. I could assume that she's making a rational decision and take her first response. Or, I could assume nothing and let her figure it out. Three sides to everything, right?
Well, human psychology is a greater motivating factor than personal philosophy. People usually follow their hearts, not their minds. Or rather, they have usually split the two. But that's me making more assumptions.
Maybe the story is as simple as this: Somebody once did something purely evil to me. I used to believe that people were basically good, and that no one could be truly evil. Other peoples' fear has fucked up my life.
Maybe this is my predisposition. Maybe I shouldn't have asked "why?" Maybe things just are? No absolutes, no certainty.
This all really comes down to the objective / subjective reality question.
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