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Here’s a lesson on predictability, namely with people, and specifically with dealing with typical people. First, for the purposes of the philosophical requisites of this site, I’ll define - Typical People: The common person in today’s society, the system of individuals everyone knows I absolutely adore </sarcasm>; is someone that lives up to the expectations of a smart and compassionate person. In other words, they lack compassion, intelligence, soul, heart, feelings, romance and/or common sense/decency/courtesy.More definitions

Soul: That person you are inside that tells you to be a respectable, respecting person to yourself, and to those you come in contact with. We can also call this the common decency engine.

Heart: Being able to confront and admit to feelings beyond your thoughts.

Feelings: Related to heart, but more in the sense of ego, as in, attentiveness to other’s feelings based on how you would feel under a similar circumstance. In most cases, most people, don’t “care”.

Romance: That little thing that used to drive men to achieve great things to win the hearts of a woman, and vice versa. This has been replaced, as I’ve already once gone over.

Common Sense/Decency/Courtesy: Again, from another post. These are the ability to make decisions, and act, as though you should toward others, and with regard to yourself. These qualities don’t take intelligence, nor knowledge, they merely takes the ability to pay attention, and pay respect… Some other rarities.

Compassion: Acting from the heart and soul toward a goal or outcome.

The Observation

Considering most social situations lack most, actually most all, of the above qualities; and thus most people lack these qualities, they’ve been re-defined by those people to these new synonyms:

Soul, you can now call, Stuck up.

Heart, you can now call, Emotional.

Feelings, you can now call, Sensitive.

Romance, you can now call Pansy.

Common Sense, you can now call Pompous.

Common Decency, you can now mistake for boring, clean cut, gay or metro.

Common Courtesy, you can call Trying too hard.

Compassion, you can now call Pathetic.

What people will commonly do is quickly judge the negative aspects of a person’s personality if they are compassionate, heart-felt, and romantic - and blow those qualities out of proportion to make their own inadequacies seem more socially acceptable. Even me typing this, I’ll appear as though I have some kind of superiority complex, and of course its even worse, since I’m able to talk shit about the typical person with such clarity, there will be no room left but to escape to discrediting the personality characteristics I portray. Even better, I’ll get the usual hate e-mails and comments that I’ll have to start approving, just to show people exactly what I’m talking about.

With that crap said, let me get to the point:

Here’s what I’m dealt. The general lack of understanding, and even worse, my general lack of tolerance, just leaves me with the seeming inability to mingle with others. Either they don’t “get it” or I’m unwilling to share what the fuck it is I’m even doing… You’d be surprised at the reactions I get for simply listening to someone, and providing feedback into a conversation, consistently. Giving someone undivided attention is mind blowing to most people, and its interesting to see reactions when doing something cordial or polite just out of nature, and respect for someone.

Here’s an example; I go out to dinner with someone, they get the door to the restaurant opened for them, they walk in front of me, they sit down at the table first, they order first, they’re engaged in conversation about themselves as well as their day, and they’re listened to. Their dinner is cordially paid for, and there is no hurry to leave. There is a walk after dinner for more conversation, and when walking, they walk on the inside of the walkway. The car door is opened for them, and when in the car, they are, again, engaged in conversation about themselves or their friends, etc. During all conversations, if I can relate in a non-selfish manner, stories are traded, and shared, but bragging about the bullshit successes in my life are saved for random conversation or story sharing. Date conversation is about expressing similar differences between likenesses in stories, not to boast about achievements and brag about what you’ve done.

What happens as a result? Well for the most part this is completely new to most people, and if it isn’t, it was done by some assmongrol that’s just playing up the gentleman role to get in the good graces of someone’s ass he wants to wax and share his hidden camera adventures with his buddies over brews and football the next day. Lame. As a result, here are the conclusions:

1. Skeptical: Being too respectful means that I obviously just want something and I’m acting up some player role to get what I want, which would ultimately, of course, be ass.

2. Distrusting: I’m hiding something… I mean, what other reason could there be for me to put up a front of cordially polite gentlemanly traditional actions? I must be a rapist or something.

3. Turned-off: I’m simply too fake to actually think that I could ever engage in conversation with someone, I mean - why the hell would a guy ever listen to a girl anyway? That’s just crazy…

4. Appreciative… but: (These are my favorite) What the hell am I thinking? Treating my dates with respect? I’m sure its nice and all, and the date totally thinks I’m a sweety… but… Really? Who does that shit? Why? For what? Respect is over-rated for sure, and getting to know someone as opposed to just filling their gaps with man-pole and forgetting their name the next day, or moving onto their sister, is a much better way to live life.

5. Scared off: I must be looking for some kind of long-term wife material if I’m over here playing up some Casanova act. Honestly, and you know - the women I date would much rather spread legs than spread thoughts… Leaves out moral obligations if they end up not really being appreciated.

Can’t relate? Come to Southern California - where 7/10 women have been run through a ringer of lies and deceit by all the morons money could muster up. and the other 3/10 seem to be too busy taking care of their Chihuahua, Fluffles, to actually pay attention to someone long enough to give them the respect they deserve.

It’s a whirlwind of tainted, shallow, vapid youth - and even though I’m not so “youth” anymore, I’m still not old. Too bad the generation before mine wasn’t more hard-pressed on instructing their offspring how a real man treats a lady, and how a bitch should act to be considered a lady instead of a vapid cock-catcher.

Oh well though, huh? I enjoy it. My standards stay up here, as I watch all those other people go through Mystery Method-type rituals in order to get some play, get knocked up, and get wire-hangered so they can go out and do it all again the next weekend.

enrique
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