Wednesday, June 27, 2007
To continue in yesterday's vein: I was reminded of a time a few years ago when a (drunk) friend of mine said to me, "You just want someone to mold you."
This bold statement came on the heels of a spirited political discussion among a group of inebriated fellows where this particular friend's viewpoint differed from the opinion of the majority. He was obviously feeling defensive, and so was a little belligerent. Yet, it really bothered me that he said that, and at the time I thought he was an asshole and totally mistaken. But, looking back on it, I think the reason it bothered me so much was because, on a deeper-than-politics level, what he said was true!
I think it would feel very nice, very COMFORTABLE, to be squashed into a particular shape and never have to question my beliefs about myself and the universe or anything. It would feel great to believe I had all the answers! Imagine it, switching off the frontal lobe and just setting the cruise control... No more doubt, no more questioning, no more searching-- to be safely ensconced within a fortress of certainty. That's crap, though. As comfy-womfy as it would feel, it would always be totally hollow. And, in addition to being hollow, it's also dangerous!
Take a good look at the world: Lotsa folks with incompatible beliefs out there. Mostly they just hate each other, or at best they pity each other. But, get a gang of true believers together who feel that their fortress is under attack, and you'll have to get out your galoshes lest the flowing blood stain your socks!
Forget it. Part of me may secretly long to be molded, but all those who would seek to mold me will have to look elsewhere for recruits.