wildrose62 Offline

I've started this

So my social experiment of waiting for someone to say something significant has mushroomed. It's become a search for intelligent life. All this inane chatter. The insults, the put-downs, the talking about people behind their backs. Waiting for a shred of humanity, relevance....
And the excuses..... poor excuses for failings without any sense of ownership for those failings....blaming someone else, or circumstances, or inventing some culture of discrimination to explain away a life poorly lived.
And now it has become that I can take in no more of it. I am overloaded and tired of it. Overwhelmed by pointless sound. I need quiet. If you have nothing worthwhile to say, why do you keep talking?
My growing inability to involve myself in this cancerous negativity is isolating me from all but a few - those who have something real, important, humorous or interesting to say. I am so glad to know them, so very grateful to be uplifted by them. To know them is like walking on the beach and almost, but not quite, passing by the tiny gem of bright colour amid the beigeness of the sand.
Billy Connolly once said something about beige people. I understand.