Mastering skills is something I’ve never felt I was good at. It doesn’t matter what the skill was, I just wasn’t one to get it. You see, it took me way longer than I care to admit for me to learn that anything really worth doing wasn’t going to be easy.
Back in the day, I wanted to do great things, but I rarely put forth the effort to accomplish them, mostly because I got sick of it pretty quickly. Why? Because I wasn’t an instant grandmaster.
In truth, though, I haven’t much gotten past that despite intellectually knowing better.
If there’s one group of people in this world that I’ve given more grief to than Justin Bieber fans, it’s hipsters.
Far too often, I encounter them and immediately rule them as pretentious snobs who are more about virtue signaling than anything else. To be honest, I stand by that assessment.
But then I think about how society is fragile, how civilization is a delicate glass construct that could shatter at any given moment. Should that happen–and I’m not saying it will, mind you, or that I want it to, just that it might–do you know the one group of people that will probably help civilization return more than any other?
It ain’t necessarily the preppers. It’ll be the hipsters.
Recently, a friend of mine was talking with me. He told me he’d been reading stuff here and he was concerned.
I asked him why, and he responded, “Because the stuff you’re talking about, it can build up in someone. Over time, they can become too aggressive and you’re not talking about ways to ramp that down.”
It’s a fair point. I haven’t been.
So, I need to step back and fix this. After all, I can tell you all day long that despite being Barbarians, you still have to play by society’s rules, but if you don’t know how to ramp things back (and most of you actually do), then you’re screwed.
You need to have a way to find balance between the naked aggression many of us feel in our very souls and the need to step back and let things either unfold as they must or just fizzle out.