||*This is my first Plogg, and I am struggling terribly to begin. A swirling mass of thought and emotion seems to be muddling my focus. I'm not even certain at this point that the end product of this Plogg will conform to the subcategory. All I can say right now is that it's definitely going to be about People. That will have to do for now.*
People. What can I say about them? Us? Me? As I get older I fear that I'm beginning to hate People. I feel contempt, disgust for my species. I look around and all I see are idiots and assholes. I tell myself that I can't be right, but someone always comes along and makes the case for what I hope isn't true. On the road, in the supermarket, at the job, on the internet--People are everywhere...and I wish they would all just go away already.
Surely that makes me some kind of hypocrite. As far as I can tell, I'm a People too. Who am I to pronounce judgment on my species? Haven't I done stupid things? Cut people off on the highway? Driven the wrong way in a parking lot? Got on my high horse and was dead wrong with my information? Yes. To all of them. How then can I continue to ride that horse? Why do I persist in the feeling that the majority of People are stupid, worthless fucks?
I think I have an answer, a source for my deep frustration toward People:
It's my blessing and my curse. I try. I try to be reasonable and rational. I try to be open-minded and unbiased. I try to destroy my illusions--no matter how comforting. I try so damn hard to improve myself as a person, to be compassionate, to be knowledgeable, to be intelligent. I try to examine myself, to put myself in the shoes of those I struggle to understand or identify with.
And I look around me--at People--and all I see are these curious beings who seem to be unaware that there is a big wide beautiful world out there, that there are questions to be asked, mysteries to be explained! All I see are lifeforms just...eating, sleeping, fucking, shitting...caught up in the daily grind, in their petty bullshit lives. It makes me sick. It makes me sad. It makes me incredibly fucking angry.
All the stupidity, all the minute details...the oblivious driver, the self-obssessed celebrity, the robotic consumer of created wants...that's just the icing on the cake. The little things that threaten to send me over the edge. I could come here and Plogg about those for infinity, but I'm one of those stupid dreamers who still hopes things can be different for people. I still hope that the masses can wake up and take a look at themselves, become a species that is truly conscious--People who actively seek to know: "What is the Good Life?" I'm starting to lose that hope and it scares me.
A long time ago, my mother make an off-handed remark that has stuck with me, and it has become more true to me lately. She said to me, "Jeremy, the older I get, the more I enjoy the company of dogs to people."
Amen, mother. Amen!