Approaching 1600 words, what started out as today’s post just got dumped into the Ain’t never gonna see the light of day folder.
Subject was “conversation” and how in the current political/social environment, serious conversation often deteriorates into confrontation. Why, and how, with examples from life. My life, but life and experience, as participant and observer.
That post turned into a full-blown rant. I thought it clever, often funny, and insightful. Until I started editing.
A rant, neither fair to nor entertaining for people who regularly follow my ramblings. Obviously justified as far as I was concerned, those I’d like to have read it and take what I had to say to heart, wouldn’t. As much because I am not eloquent as for the fact that those folks were the reason for the rant in the first place. Their belief in the one truth, their truth, is a monumental shortcoming, an insurmountable barrier to discourse.
Bias is acceptable. Well, not bias maybe, but opinion. Intolerance is not acceptable. Intolerance, I believe is the reason so many conversations meant to share opinions become confrontations intended to deny opinions. At least a major reason.
When a party to a conversation cannot listen to and think about what the other party offers, the conversation has no value. Like my scrapped blog.
I believe what that scrapped blog said was a genuine attempt to get facts out there and prompt discussion. But the coveted audience’s attitudes would not allow that. Rather made it pointless.
Best I stick to fiction. I wonder if Will Rogers or Samuel Clemens ever ran into such difficulty.