There's a few things I hold that be true.
Mar. 25th, 2025 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glassy_witchPeople are people. Some are nice, some are nasty. Some like marmite, some are normal. ;)
To have basic manners costs nothing.
To be spiteful towards others *just* because you can tells me you're someone to avoid.
To have compassion, and to seek to help those less fortunate than yourself is probably one of the strongest things anyone can do.
There would be absolutely no reason to kick those you genuinely felt are "beneath" you. If they actually *were*, you would ignore them and continue on your way. It speaks to your own ignorance, stupidity, and insecurity when you behave that way.
To stop and consider the causes of an event, rather than the event in isolation is what means that your opinion is more likely to hold water than knee-jerk responsiveness. The former shows at least an attempt at critical thinking, the latter shows nothing more than fear and insecurity.
Scared, sad people - who face no meaningful external stressors - tend to be rude, angry, and usually rather stupid people. You can be scared and sad without being an idiot. But when you have lived a unexplored life of unnoticed privilege, and utterly failed to bother trying to improve yourself despite having every opportunity to do so, you'll be envious of those who try. And envy is a powerful drug. Gateway to hatred.
What am I on about again? No idea. Sometimes I just need to get things written down.
It may seem I have a very low opinion of the world. In a lot of ways, I do. I'm a sad, scared person. However. I'm a sad, scared person who recognises that I am not, as I type this, fleeing for my life from war or famine. I am not leaving behind everything and everyone I've ever known, desperately trying to preserve the one thing I have left - my life. I am not running terrified from my home, clutching the bloodied body of my child, killed by the actions of men I have never met, never voted for and would not support even if I had a voice that would be heard.
I am a sad, scared person who still sees some good in the world. I am aware of just how bloody fortunate I am compared to so many others. I don't know what I am meant to do to make things better, but one of those things will ALWAYS be calling out the double standards of the dishonest, speaking out against the spewing of hatred, and asking questions of those who decide to spout ill intentioned "opinions" where half the facts have been ignored and the other half twisted.
And I know there are more of us than it seems right now. We don't need to shout louder. We just need to know we are connected. That we are not alone.
To have basic manners costs nothing.
To be spiteful towards others *just* because you can tells me you're someone to avoid.
To have compassion, and to seek to help those less fortunate than yourself is probably one of the strongest things anyone can do.
There would be absolutely no reason to kick those you genuinely felt are "beneath" you. If they actually *were*, you would ignore them and continue on your way. It speaks to your own ignorance, stupidity, and insecurity when you behave that way.
To stop and consider the causes of an event, rather than the event in isolation is what means that your opinion is more likely to hold water than knee-jerk responsiveness. The former shows at least an attempt at critical thinking, the latter shows nothing more than fear and insecurity.
Scared, sad people - who face no meaningful external stressors - tend to be rude, angry, and usually rather stupid people. You can be scared and sad without being an idiot. But when you have lived a unexplored life of unnoticed privilege, and utterly failed to bother trying to improve yourself despite having every opportunity to do so, you'll be envious of those who try. And envy is a powerful drug. Gateway to hatred.
What am I on about again? No idea. Sometimes I just need to get things written down.
It may seem I have a very low opinion of the world. In a lot of ways, I do. I'm a sad, scared person. However. I'm a sad, scared person who recognises that I am not, as I type this, fleeing for my life from war or famine. I am not leaving behind everything and everyone I've ever known, desperately trying to preserve the one thing I have left - my life. I am not running terrified from my home, clutching the bloodied body of my child, killed by the actions of men I have never met, never voted for and would not support even if I had a voice that would be heard.
I am a sad, scared person who still sees some good in the world. I am aware of just how bloody fortunate I am compared to so many others. I don't know what I am meant to do to make things better, but one of those things will ALWAYS be calling out the double standards of the dishonest, speaking out against the spewing of hatred, and asking questions of those who decide to spout ill intentioned "opinions" where half the facts have been ignored and the other half twisted.
And I know there are more of us than it seems right now. We don't need to shout louder. We just need to know we are connected. That we are not alone.