A VIEW OF THE WORLD
Actually, it’s about
how you view the world.
It is a typical human habit to want to attach labels. On a container it signifies immediately what
you’re purchasing. On our busy roads we
rely on traffic signs. Signs and labels
for just about anything. Drugs, poisons,
paints, all come with explanations and signage indicating how lethal some of
these products are and where to go for help.
Even on the news—sorry, it’s no longer called the news, but the show—the
hosts feel obliged to explain the weather and the need for cautions, in case of
rain for instance, “Be sure to bring your umbrella and wellies.” Labelling.
Cautions. We’re constantly
getting in each other’s face. Even unasked
for advice, (we can’t seem to help ourselves) no matter how well intended; it
is so pervasive. Movies come with
ratings and unpleasant news events come with a warning. “What you’re about to view may offend some
viewers.”
Labelling people.
This article is about labelling people into categories. We do it all the time. Obesity ratings. Fitness ratings. Toddler, infant, child, teenager, adolescent,
adult, senior. Old, young, bald, ugly,
beautiful, wrinkled. For some reason
color has been segregated and black is no longer phonetically correct with a
lower case. White, brown, red or olive
are still lower case and for some strange reason Black Lives Matter must have
been responsible for that slight linguistic change. I would have been much happier with a
heartfelt legal equality, not only in law but one that comes from the heart as
well, rather than settling for a capital B.
Anyway, that is just a slight deviation from the crux of the matter at
hand. How do you view the world and what
kind of label would you attach to yourself?
You see, at the end of this article you get to decide.
Optimist, futurist,
alarmist, pessimist, realist?
What kind of person are you?
How do you interpret your place in the universe? Do you concern yourself with the present or
the future? Since my fingers are
touching the keyboard and the subject matter is entirely mine, I get to decide
a certain order and you will have to contend yourself with some of my personal biases
slipping in. Not to worry, even my objective
mind suffers from bias and so does yours.
Bias is a subject for a much later date and it’s not a biggie. Bias is a like a shadow comparable to the
clothes worn by the emperor, yet semi-transparent and always close to the
surface. Not unlike the emperor, we see
what we want to see! We are products of
the times we live in and how we experience the world is limited by personal
knowledge and experience. What you know
and are exposed to go hand in hand.
Nobody is an expert on everything.
It also explains stupidity and stupid people.
Are you a futurist?
Let’s start with the futurists. I am an avid reader, but when it comes to
science fiction and vampires, I kind of bypass that section in the library. The world of the fantastic and totally imagined
makes for light entertainment and amuses for a while, but it lacks
substance. For little me; fantasy in
small doses please. But the true
futurist fanatics believe in all that anticipated technical wizardry. The Jetsons coming alive. We’re buzzing around in flying cars and live
in floating worlds and robots deliver us meals that come in the form of a pill. Yummy!
May the force be with you, Star Wars’ aficionados, and they’re convinced
that one of these days we will be leaving boring planet Earth in search of
exciting stellar systems filled with wondrous lifeforms and mindboggling
technologies that will tickle our innovative imaginations. The details are a bit fuzzy, but if you can
envision it, it will happen. Leave it to
Musk and other space cadets to turn that dream into a reality. For the futurists their motto is simple, “The
future is ours and looking bright. Warp
speed 5, Mr. Zulu . . . and beam me up,
Scotty.”
An optimist?
A bit naïve they are, optimists, and what futurists share
with optimists is hope, that silver lining kind of thing, sunny side up just
like an egg. Optimists are by and large
nice people. You can’t get mad at
them. There is an optimistic side to my
realism because I refuse to go through life as a pessimist. As a realist I am utterly convinced that my
personal impact and opinion are by and large tolerated, but basically ignored. When you’re not calling the shots, who
listens? Those calling the shots are
however responsible for the tens of thousands of mostly innocent civilians who
do get shot and killed each year. The
deciders is such a small category that it disqualifies most of us. So, let’s skip the deciders. (This is
not an endorsement for home delivery services)
An alarmists?
I will skip this category as well. They remind me too much of the fairytale of
the boy crying wolf. They tend to be
miserable as well. Perhaps the two go
together, like peas in a pod. Believe it
or not, but you recognize alarmists from a distance, it is etched in their
faces and reflected in their eyes. A
quick dash towards the next door
behind which are encamped the pessimists.
(I can’t be seen to favor one home delivery service over another)
A pessimist?
Pessimists fall into the alarmist category, constantly
worrying about everything and that includes worrying about the buffoon
currently occupying the White House and the sinister little creep in the
Kremlin. We can only hope that a timely
death will welcome all the little tyrants (and soon) who are currently
hastening the demise of the planet and everything on it. I’ve already let the cat out of the bag with
the realist reference (my choice).
I am a realist with a
sense of humor.
A realist acknowledges that eventually we will be done in by
greed, ignorance and stupidity. There
are so many of us that we can’t ignore the inevitable. If there were very few of us I doubt I would
be writing this down. As a matter of
fact I wouldn’t be writing at all, because I would be too busy loving and
exploring the natural world, because I do love life and the fact that I am here
and not on some godforsaken planet out in the galaxy boonies, surrounded by
weird creatures speaking in guttural sounds I can’t understand. For Pete’s sake, leave Star Wars out of my
life.
Without going into greater detail I will ignore all those
fantasies about effortlessly travelling through space, flying from one
planetary wonder to the other and leave that part to the futurists and
optimists. If you’re really curious, I
wrote a book called—They were like Angels—and it will provide you with much
greater insight as to why zooming through space is not in the human cards. It will cost you. Currently it is only available through me and
in paperback. Twenty bucks and shipping
costs and it can be yours.
As a realist I love to shrug my shoulders when it comes to
doom and gloom and all things hoped and wished for. We are what we are and there is very little
anyone can do to change anything. I’ve
never trusted politicians who claim they can change things for the better, nor
will I blindly follow those who promise everlasting life if things don’t turn
out on Earth. Life is a journey and I
revel in the experience. Enjoying the
ride if you will. And of course it comes
with aches and pains, with grief and disappointments, trials and tribulations
and I do realize that for many of us the ride is pure hell and torture. Be happy if you were born on the right side
of the tracks and above all, be happy with who and what you are.
Ordinary and boring,
don’ knock it!
Some people can be so unrealistic, constantly looking for
things that are out of reach; success, the perfect mate and relationships,
instant gratification, a career you absolutely love, money in the bank, debt
free and you die at age one hundred without ever seeing a doctor and you were
bright as a whip right up to final breath of air. Just ordinary and mundane can be so
gratifying. Boring is okay. Not getting bombed out of your home or moving
from one refugee camp to the other, kept alive by aid agencies suspected of
harboring terrorists while handing out food.
Apparently those two things go hand in glove if some of our less
illustrious leaders are to be believed.
It also allows them to save some money by cutting off funding. Killing two birds with one stone; hey, Bill,
you’re full of phrases today.
Temper your expectations and appreciate the cards you’ve been
dealt in life (I can’t stop or help myself once I’m on roll, with the phrases
that is). Appreciate what you have been
given. My nose is slightly crooked. I’ve always had bags under my eyes. My liver spots masquerade as a tan. I’m slightly balding and I’ve got so many
spare parts inside of me that I can be classified as a medical miracle and an
impressive pile of scrap metal will be left behind upon the cremation of my
dead body. I am still very much alive,
the dead reference was just that, a reference.
On occasion I have looked upon beautiful human specimens with envy,
especially if they’re blessed with an impressive amount of luxurious hair, but
it is usually followed by a disparaging thought to make me feel better:
probably a salesperson or a politician, or in a worst case scenario, a lawyer.
I do feel bad for the billions of people who got stuck in a
shithole from the day they were born.
Dumb luck. Bad luck. No intent involved and stuck with a shitty
hands of cards. Imagine being born black
(Black with a capital B for those who insist on the ‘new’ literary
awakening. If there is such a thing as
woke, this would be it for me) in the Sudan, stuck in a refugee camp and faced
with daily deprivations and violence.
Life can really suck if you’re born in the wrong place, at the wrong
time.
Thank goodness that we
can turn things off.
Luckily for us all species are blessed with a shut-off
mechanism that prevents us from cracking up when bad things come barreling down
like an avalanche. When we feel the worst
while experiencing the worst. If we
didn’t have this we’d go out of our minds.
Not that we’re shutting out unpleasantness or disaster, but without that
mental defense mechanism we wouldn’t survive.
In case of a major catastrophe the first order of business is cope and
regroup. It is a basic survival thing.
But what about wars and disasters that don’t take place in
our own backyard. Well, the coping in
that case is a bit more altruistic, as in being pleased that it is them and not
us. A sort of remote empathy that
doesn’t go very deep. It is still part
of that mental defense mechanism, but also plays into the basic survival
strategy that we’re not obliged to feel pain that is not ours.
In my hometown there are currently about seventy people classified
as homeless. I could sell all my assets
and hand over the money to these hapless souls and within one or two months of
whooping it up, we’d all be broke again and stuck in the same rut. I don’t have any answers and neither do you. This is a quote from Lyndon B. Johnson—he
wasn’t handsome either and apparently cussed like a sailor before they started
to tape everything that came out of a president’s mouth—Life isn’t fair, it
never was and never will be.
All we can really do is cope to our best abilities and go
with the flow. When something fun and
exciting happens, enjoy! If nothing out
of the ordinary happens and everything is steady as she goes, count your
blessings. Even boring can be
appreciated when everything else around you is going to hell in a
handbasket. If I’ve overdone the
phrases, no apologies from the author. I
enjoy writing my articles.
So, when it comes to your view of the world, is there a label
that fits you or a favorite inclination?
We just survived nearly five months of nasty winter weather. I mean, this is Canada and even for us, it
was bad! I wonder if this kind of
philosophical bender was a direct result of the winter blahs. Cabin fever.
I even changed the lyrics of our national anthem. Oh,
Canada, land of snow and ice, freezing your ass off is never nice.
I purposely limited the views of the world to a few that are
incredibly general and left out all the predictable subjects, topics,
inclinations and phobia that lead to endless and annoying discussions and
interpretations. Keep it simple. I also don’t want you to scratch your head
incessantly, induce a headache or steer you towards intense soul searching.
I am a realist with a devious humorous streak. What are you?
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