virtually all problems, moments of distress and matters of conflict in this life are caused by a mistake we all make. this mistake, look you see, is our apparently inherent assumption that everyone else sees, understand, knows and interprets all exactly as we do. the problems, distress and conflict not caused by such invariably stem from a stance that everyone should understand, see, know and interpret something exactly as we do. our human nature is that we thirst for life, yet we are stupid, we shall die, and so this will never ever change.
it is not as rare as one would like to encounter the personification of such behaviour out there, in the real world, or whatever it is for you away from the screen on which you read this. unless, of course, for some reason you have made a print out of this and are currently looking at paper. weird. should it be so that there was not quite such a proliferation of advocates of this folly, well, our world, our lives, would not be so as all went f****d as they so frequently are.
generally, if not invariably, it is best to, when spotting such a type, leave them to it. just move along, walk away and spare your life. such types barely survive yet certainly thrive on confrontation and distress, all because someone has the temerity to also think for themselves. let them be, let them fight with themselves and decidedly lose.
every now and then, from circumstance not choice, one has to listen to them. well, no, hear them certainly, but not actually listen. such misfortune fell on me, your humble narrator, recently. when one finds themselves on an early morning train one seldom has room to walk away. such fate was mine quite recently, then, when i found myself on an essential train journey with a right, would be officious little pr!ck of an opinionated toss.
one of them types what cultivates a specific look so as to give the impression of creating authority. i am sorry that i could not sneak better pictures. at a time such as this i really do wish i had the bravery and courage of Spiros, for he would have gone up to his face and taken a picture, and also done some kung fu stuff on him if he dared speak to him. to wit, he had the exaggerated, long but perfectly pruned beard, the quasi brass/gold shaded heavy set framed glasses and the staunch scowled stare of scorn so favoured by Pinter. convoluted, and done in the belief that it presents a wise, intelligent, superior being who is better than you and should be respected as authority, but simply screams "w@nker".
he was reading some broadsheet or other, i neither know nor care for which. not even sure he was reading it in truth, probably just using it as a prop, a means of conduit to express his views. mostly he was off on one about some sort of taxation changes or other, speaking in a quite cross way of how unfair it is, how x, y and z should be taxed or pay for something instead of a, b and c. some animation accompanied this, as he was audibly striking someone (or thing) as he ranted. perhaps it was the person sat nearest to him, a table or a chair, or even himself. you would hope the latter.
after his little temper tantrum, and indeed yes, think Greta but without concerns for the weather, it seemed that he went somewhat quiet, distracted by whatever page of the newspaper he flicked to next. evidently the next pages featured words he approved of and agreed with, or featured something else which kept him quiet, pictures of lady tennis players maybe. truly, it was a blessing to behold that he managed to keep silent for a reasonable percentage of the journey i was on. rather enjoyably, he got to do his scorn and disdain look all the more when a happy go lucky chap with two lively, easily aroused pet dogs sat down vaguely next to him, across the narrow aisle of the train.
the main gripe, or issue, i had with this (let us be honest) pr!ck was the way he chose to sneer at me for wearing one of them vaguely anti-plague face masks. yes, d!ckhead, i know they are no longer compulsory. but they have asked if we would please continue to wear them, so as to help others (which i appreciate is a concept beyond your grasp), so it is no burden for me to do so.
mercy was the sense i had, disingenuously so, when my station was reached and i got off and he did not. off he went, no doubt on a mission or quest to disrupt some place enjoying a quiet Sunday with his odious poisonous demeanour, spewing forth a misguided sense of superiority. or, you know, maybe it was just me.
the blessing of the dawn of the internet was supposed to be that types such as this could just scurry away, write it (whatever was on their mind) all down and "post" it somewhere that only other loonies interested in it could or would face exposure. yes, i am aware i too am hiding away on said internet by writing this. all of the rumours keeping me grounded, i never said, i never said that they were completely unfounded. sadly, or alas, it seems that a few years of spewing such sh!t on the internet serves only to even more emboldened the entitled, giving them false guidance into sharing such with people who just want to get along.
so, anyway, the rest of that day, for me, was very pleasant indeed, thanks. not that this episode, or incident, was a complete waste, as if nothing else it gave me something to write here, taking up yet more valuable space on the internet.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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