Truly a misanthrope.
Just watching some people, I dislike them before I meet them. It is a flaw in my character. However, pretty nearly all the time, observations underpinning my opinion are spot-on and my opinion does not change over time. My tolerance level has nothing to do with it. Eager to find I’ve erred, I again and again re-observe and reassess. Fairly well a waste of time. Given a nickel for every time I was wrong, I’d have to carefully ration cash for trips to the penny candy counter.
I tell myself it’s because I have high standards. High expectations anyway. Not in penny candy. In people.
Yup, there are snarks1 out there ready to climb all over “penny candy” commenting there is no longer any such thing, hasn’t been for a long time. Suspect most snarks hold off, their desire to crucify me and my opinion held in check by their “I’ll show that summasoanso! I’ll not unload on him thereby setting him straight. Shame – that would be to the delight of all looking-on and grand for my ego. That however, would let it be known I read the jerk’s post. Can’t have that.”
If your foremost thought right now is that there really isn’t any such thing as penny candy, you’re missing the point. Not suggesting you are a snark.2 It’s that calling figs figs3 I often do so in riddle or obscurity. Makes it so very much easier to declare you’ve misunderstood when you take offense, that that’s not exactly what I meant. In that respect, I’m a Democrat. How am I doing?
Other people? Others, a few4 I cannot dislike. For them I experience something I only identify as contempt. Disgust pushed over the edge. Not that they are inherently evil. They are pretentious. Snarky. Self-centered beyond narcissism. They would have to solve issues of racial tension, economic inequality, political corruption, and lack of a good five-cent cigar to elevate my opinion of them to dislike.
Most folk (whew!) are okay.5 Weird, but okay.
Which means I’m not as much a misanthrope as I would like to think. Not nearly as much as others tell me I am. Damn! Another failure.
It’s twenty-five degrees out. Fahrenheit. Almost minus four to Celsius folks. Nice afternoon to sit down to a hot bowl of beef and barley soup.6
If I’ve offended today, I’m sorry.7 Then if I were posting one of my fictional efforts, unless waxing Aesopian, I’d not be so introspective or judgmental. Gave up on creative efforts. We all know I stink as a poet and for you who’ve never tried to write poetry, you must understand poetry is *(&^*(&^ hard work!8 Lacking the intelligence to be a commentator or reviewer, I’m left with fiction. That too is hard work, as fiction is weaving lies together and (because there are snarks out there) though your audience knows it’s fiction, it has to be believable.9
Nobody reads my fiction anyway. Tempted to post a piece consisting of a blank page. “Minimalist Fiction.” Probably win a pulletzer prize. Or be hung in the MOMA with a fresh version of “Banana on the Wall for Size.”
— Notes —
1 (The Snarky) Snark. With an ‘N.’ Not to offend sharks. Snarks are (most usually) smug individuals who cannot resist an opportunity to belittle those holding opinions or beliefs different from themselves. Expert in condescension. Mercy sakes! Do believe I am something of a snark myself!
2 I am reminded of a “Once Upon a Time” from long ago. Not one of my “Once Upon a Time” pieces, one called “The Foo Bird.” Too much explanation required there, especially for non-readers. Nope.
3 Pity how much we have deteriorated societally, intellectually. See this ancient explanation which should foster regret in the mind of every intellectual. Yeah, and aspiring intellectuals.
4 The bad. Contemptible people are not that numerous. It’s only that they are so *&^(*& visible. No amount of being proven wrong revokes membership cards.
5 The good.
6 Apologies to vegans. Take comfort in the fact my beef barley is made with real genuine artificial beef flavorings.7
8 Poemetry is hard work done correctly. There are a few good poets right here in River City (WordPress) and [uproarious laughter] many wannabees what never gonnabees.
9 Except scientist fiction. Which is even more harder. Which must be unbelievable yet harken back to what is believable.