... People being too nice.
What a horrific challenge you have!
What is it that makes niceness seem inauthentic? Too many episodes of Seinfeld? Too many harsh comedy podcasts? Or maybe that is one's own super ego telling you you're a naughty boy.
Sometimes young women around me will greet each other with high pitched shrieks and squawks. What is the birdlike timbre telling my labrador brain?
Does niceness indicate naivety? If they could see reality as it is would they be crying or walking slump shouldered zombies eyes downcast.
Is the sweetness earned? Do people inherently deserve to be treated pleasantly, or should they earn it? I lean towards meritocracy.
To get Freudian, does the feeling that my mother's kindness towards me hid a demon that would uncoil it's wings and attack me when I least expect it have me permanently on guard waiting for that a hah moment of confirmation? And the times that people I thought were close friends betrayed me...
Are these intuitions signals I should follow, or just nonsense stuck in one's mind? Or maybe it's a bit of both, and there I go again overgeneralizing into oblivion.
Depression propaganda has convinced me reality is harsh and ugly, and therefore niceness is a veil of fraudulence. Convinced me that the pleasantries hide what they're not saying. Is there really anything else under there to say at all?
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