so, something i wrote on another blog that i read again and was struck
by the fact that it still applies. thought i'd put it here in hopes it
actually gets read. i don't know why i have the need to be heard, i'm
not entirely convinced that i have anything to say. but, obviously,
that doesn't stop me from saying it. and thus, the following:
| Humanity Is A Terrible Thing To WasteThis is probably going to come out as a tirade of incompetency, but i
sincerely hope that is not the truth of the matter. It's not that I'm
completely terrible. I've at least been led to believe (or have efficiently deluded myself) i'm competent enough. I'm
simply not willing to excel. The price is too high.
Unfortunately, what has been requested is not terribly unusual, nor is
it unlikely to produce anything less than astounding
results. All you have to do is strip away your own humanity.
Check your soul at
the door, as it were. Become a completely unwavering, irrational,
unreasonable monster who is absolutely impossible to deal with on any
terms but your own. Trust no one, at any time, on any single point, for
any reason, even given insurmountable evidence of its veracity.
As i said, this is not a particularly unheard-of
request in today's world, and while it is enviable to have earned such
a position as to set incredible standards and expect legions to follow
them without so much as a single question, i do not think it
particulary wise (nor, more to my own point, good for one's mental
health) to simply assume such puissance. furthermore, i find it
completely laughable to expect to make such a transformation at less
than a hat's drop and expect little to no fallout.
I'm really not sure what the point of my rambling is. perhaps simply
that i feel unduly pressed-upon, yet i have no concrete alternatives at
the moment. I'm sure it will shake out in the end, it seems it always
does, but there remains a disquiet. Maybe simple dissatisfaction,
though i would be sorely disappointed with myself if that were to be
proven the case. I, of course, would like to think that i'm right and
the whole world is wrong. Strike that, not the whole world, but an
unseemly dense concentration of it near where i lately find myself.
The point regarding one's mental health, at least in my case, is the
concept of separation. After days upon weeks of checking one's soul at
the door, it becomes easy, like a cloak on a sunny day or a coffee mug
only occasionally sipped from, to leave it there. And I don't want to
leave it there. I don't want to forget, and I certainly don't want to
make myself known in soulless form. I just want to be myself--or
at least, the idealized myself that i want me to be: smart, but caring;
intensely logical, yet understanding; committed, but able to factor in
the circumstances of reality when need be.
Maybe i'm aiming too high. |
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