Sunday, February 26, 2006

Peter Pan.

Every morning, I wake up with an increasingly large distaste for adults. I'm not sure why, but as I've grown older, I've developed a strong hatred for the features we adults hold in common -- selfishness, opportunism, racism and cruelty. My recent response has been to withdraw, retreat, isolate myself away from people.

As a consequence, it's made it difficult for me to wish to do anything for anyone. In adopting that attitude, am I not becoming the thing I hate the most?

It's strange, I no longer feel compelled to talk to people in the elevator or help someone that's dropped a bag of groceries. It's as if I'm watching a Polaroid picture of myself develop and my kindness is fading out, not in. Am I destined to be an asshole? Does being an adult necessitate behaving like most would?


Blogger irishkeough said...

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5:31 PM  
Blogger Lily said...

It's your choice to talk or not to people on an elevator. It's your choice to help or not someone who's just dropped something.

It's your choice if you continue to let these human traits consume you, to dissociate yourself from society.

You'll only become an ass if you choose to.

What do you choose to become V?

6:55 PM  
Blogger Jenn said...

Wow. I echo Lily.

I think we all get "tired," V. But, from what I know of you, you're stronger than the average bear and I think you will overcome this feeling... I hope.

10:45 AM  
Blogger thc said...

No. I've been a child for 48 years.

6:32 PM  
Blogger Davydgrey said...

Welcome back Vavoom, you are only as old as you think you are and only as old as you act.

10:15 PM  
Blogger An80sNut said...

I've caught myself doing that same thing at times. Sometimes I remember all the times I stop to help someone out that they don't give a nod or thank you and go about their business. We get jaded by these experiences. People that open the doors for others and go out of their way to help are looked at as soft in our culture for some reason. I tend to have a selective memory when it comes to those negative events and do as I wish would be done for me. As for Peter Pan... no way in hell you are getting me to wear tights, green or not.

2:35 AM  
Blogger Aurelius said...

Be the person you want to be V

6:32 AM  
Blogger Skewedview said...

Kindness comes from the heart and has to be cultivated, groomed and refined, just like most of the desirable traits we hope to develop over our lifetime. In this day and time when crassness, crudeness and sarcasm are given without a second thought, it may be very hard to be the gentleman among the losers. Good luck with your choice.

6:39 PM  
Blogger FantasticAlice said...

It seems like your hatred for the quirky traits of adults is now inadvertly causing you to be like them.

I am finding myself doing the same thing.

It feels to me like if no one else seems to care about bettering themselves than why should I help them? Which means I am losing out myself.

12:42 PM  
Blogger FNPhd said...

Congrats, you are now a Bostonian.

11:15 PM  
Blogger Denise said...

Yeah.....I'm betting it's that Norten hospitality rubbing off on ya.

Oh wait, it doesn't exist!

Forget it.

11:43 PM  
Blogger RT said...

I like to keep myself under the delusion that some people just don't know what 'being nice' is. So I figure, if I show them a little bit of kindness, they'll catch on. Maybe not today, with me, but maybe with the next person they meet... Which eventually gets around.

11:29 AM  

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