Thursday, November 18, 2010

No Wonder High School Is A Metaphor For Life

Either I'm just callous or I missed the chapter in the book of life where aging should bring on a period of growth and transition. I do remember where in high school everything that happened was high drama, grudges were established, the truth was clouded by hurt feelings that were then exacerbated into issues that never existed either in reality or even in the mind until it was convenient. Small fires were lit that became volcanic eruptions over time when, in fact, those fires had long since been extinguished.

I thought growing into adulthood allowed for frank expressions of the truth, I know, I know, I was around when "plausible deniablilty" was added forever to the dictionary courtesy of Watergate, and I guess I should have learned over the last, going on 40 years since, that nothing really changes. Evolution of the species may be a physical and technological  reality but it has truly skipped the emotional side of things,

I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully adjust to a reality where "truth and justice" take a subordinate position to dancing around how being confronted with the truth might be "perceived", maybe I should be on an island somewhere I don't know. I thought there was a realization that appeasement is not effective, regardless of the reasons and only leads to more trouble down the road.  Detente is good as is peaceful coexistence, but both of those require all parties to agree to disagree and there needs to be honesty and there are times where honesty means disagreement. If everyone followed the same script what a dull place this would be.

So much for random access thoughts.....

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