As a naturally talkitive person I always have much to say. Where to start on what to say is usually task number 1. Letting other people speak is task number 2. And knowing when to stop is task number 3. Once all three have been mastered I will be unstoppable and most likely take over the world and bring back Pangea. But for now I'd like to revisit moments from a short time ago when I emerged from young grasshopper to young grasshopper who somewhat has timing in conversations understood.
Small talk about the weather of local and neighbouring politics (aka whats happening on twitter) come to a sudden halt when I ask 'hows your black tax treating you'. Subtlety being my speciality and small talk being the Bain of my existence, it was time for an uncomfortable subject for my own entertainment. There's something entertaining about introducing topics that concern more than what money can and can't buy and watching people consumed by |
it trying to lend themselves- for just a moment to something bigger. Not everyone wants to speak about feminism when its correcting microagressions towards men that are misplaced or racism cloaked as a joke.
But with just the right amount of liquor and the right height of people, these conversations can be naturally sustained- unlike human life on earth but that extatentialism is for you to discover. In certain circles non-conformists ideals are a norm of conversation and what I discovered during my time in the wild (Clubs in Sandton) is that many people would rather revel in their known ignorance than consider any real philosophy of thought. We all understood the concept of ignorance is bliss once we found out that it is physicaly impossible for a fat white man to visit every household in the the world through a chimney and deliver presents that he and a manufacturing team of well dressed small people made themselves. |
It was then that we wished we didn't know. It was so much more enjoyable to believe in the impossible only because we never thought to think through the feasibility of it. The constructs of race, gender, religion and money are all the same. What is money really? A piece of paper that represents a value that isn't even worth the piece of paper its printed on. (The paper the R50 note is printed on is not worth R50). Religion is a topic that seems off limits not because of faith but because of the chance that someone might say something that challenges the logic that we live our lives by and thus pulls away that sheet of ignorance that we all find so comfortable to live under.
Naturally inquisitive people will find themselves questioning everything that comes to par with them. Eventually we will all need to rest in the conclusion that "Cogito Ergo Sum" and once again slip into a sheet of ignorance, although this time its a decisive choice. |