We live in a world of norms, of patterns, of rules. We are forced to conform, lest we be labelled as radicals, or saboteurs, or plain disruptive. We are allowed to dream, yes, but these dreams should be kept in our subconscious, or so we are told, never allowed to make forays into our "real" lives.
I can fully appreciate my son feeling very tortured and restrained. He is a dreamer. He has the articulateness that many covet, and the naivete we have lost so long ago. He has many ideas and thoughts that race through his mind each day, I simply cannot keep up with them and him. He has ideas with their clever simplicities hidden from plain view, and some abstract ones I cannot comprehend, try as I might.
I am guilty of ignoring him many times. He subjects me to countless and endless questioning. But what can I do? I also pursue MY own knowledge which I assume will make me better equipped. And so I deny him the opportunity to seek HIS own knowledge, and deny myself the possibility that one day he might look up to me with some measure of admiration.
I have only disdain for people who pretend they accept and tolerate those who, like my son, do not fit into patterns and conventions. It takes only the minimum of effort and analysis to find out their deep-seated prejudices. They are a dangerous breed; the kind that shows merciful eyes, extends out a sympathetic hand, and stabs you at the back with the other. I offer no other thought for their kind than to wish that they go straight to hell. Right this very instant.
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