"you real common, regular, run of the mill, one of the herd, and unremarkable boy"
have you ever told any one that? anyone ever told you that?
i have been pondering a conversation for some twenty four hours it seems...and not because of the conversation itself but for how it alerts about the population, culture and character of a people, in a country: trinidad.
it made me think of the pattern i see.
trinidadians dont think and engage first of all. we have been seeing that in full blown high volume color since LeRoy spoke. what they do is conflate, collapse, and package into the smallest form or denomination, whether or not it fits or is in conflict, the parts one to another.
the other thing they do is operate from a very closed and small set. and what is worse have no idea how limited their exposure and scope on any one topic. they are so ignorant of the mass of information "out there", existing, that they jump into to opinionate without even pausing to consider, 'should i research first', despite the answer being no in both cases; pausing or nonpause. the conflation is a big part of that.
and we see these phenomenons in different and sometimes humorous cases...this conflate, sameness, simpleton's simplifying, gross coarseness of thought: all animals is meat to eat: whether it be horses, flamingoes, scarlet ibis and cocorico - both our national birds appearing on our coat of arms, or sea turtles and otters, endangered species.. all animal is ting to eat.
the other way we see this is this wont to talk. matters not if one knows what one is talking about. and to do so in a manner of pontificating and setting encyclicals, as if.
so if you are one to ask question, deconstruct, pull apart, unpack, investiquire, expand, expose, explain that would automatically become some kind of oddity.
a third part of this regards the people who embody are conditioned, taught and acculturated to inhabit this frame, i have never seen people anywhere in the world be so quick to characterize others as if they are the standard the gold bar. in africa, people will never ever tell you about yourself. they will lie first. americans, well, apart from newyorkers, the further west you go it is rare..but trinis....they feel what is it? arrogance, dominance, entitlement? or is it that the herd colonial farm animal culture is so unbelievably strong that folk will let you know how uncomfortable they are with your difference. your weirdness...and they will oppose that description but think about it...if something dont bother you, discomfort you, remove you from your secure zone, or somehow disable your default ...what would you speak on? would you have any complaint to give? and that is the funny...folk dont understand that they are complaining. and what are you complaining to me for? about your personal issue? if you were cool you would be cool and have no announcement, statement or observation to make. lets take it in stride and say it is just an observation...who goes about verbalizing their observations of another person unwanted? unless folk are that close and integrated in friendship. then i ask, are we?
last night someone asked me why another person on here blocked me...and interestingly enough I wrote much the same thing as I just did...that i was such a deep visceral soul and past life discomfort to this person that was the path, the only path that could right them to their perch. that this person despite seeing me as an enemy, i actually was enthralled with her, proud and thought much of her...but her behavior showed me different. when i lifted her up she thought i was judging her. when i thought she could succeed she thought i was looking down on her... know what i learned. this sister knew she was a damn fraud and for some reason my person/hood and being in her sphere was a like a stadium floodlight in a bathroom...every poor and speck seen. it was bizarre and instructive. that story relates here... it falls under the umbrella of things and forms of behavior of the discomforted. or another title would be...what truth do you see or yourself in the presence of others...
and the point i am making here folks is that in this trinidad...others dont provide neither right, light, scope or character for one to look upon self..it is why there is so much reflective inglorification (read corruption, incapacity, failure, fraud and fuckery) (also read Burton Sankerali's last missive about the underside and backward form of corruption..the challenge and work not done, the calling people out, the being silence...he says that too is corruption - which relates to my post about masculine energy reposited in all of us about how we are guided to act, mainly in public contexts, at least in relation to another).
nothing but assimilation and sameness. in a manufacturing plant, we cant make both cadillacs and range rovers. and they are mostly renaults. likewise on a plantation, the slaves cant be running their own means, measures and mansions, they must either be in a closet or a row in the field and so they, the slaves, still...funny how both me and burton arrive at the same characteristic form and identity eh...the slaves end up keeping each other in line according to what massa say, and his set agenda -- and it wont be to be different.
but even when and if difference is the key. it is good not to assume an understanding but interrogate and ask questions. different to whom? different to what? what is the standard. that is the other thing beyond a complaint beyond personal discomfort. folk dont realize they are stating and indicating that somewhere someone holds a standard. you should make sure to ask them who made it, who in charge of it, and who designating compliance or regression...wow.. this thing deep. whose standard? from where? From when? Look back and tell me if it not anything before and after the standard. a must of modern life. what would control be if we all went off cocksure on our one, directed by our soulselves....more places for this discussion to go: the absence of soul once you become undifferentiated and same sale. same self. and that is what school, religion, gangs and any form of group collective is all about. i will stop now. the thread can unravel far.
i did not know this was going to be as broad as it ended up being...but tha's me: I real different boy!
Good Morning
“It is better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life.”
― Elizabeth Kenny
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