I used to like strangers.
You know, the communion of a shared smile, a nod of hello.
Now, unfortunately, strangers do not get the benefit of the doubt. Guilty until proven innocent is the doctrine I apply now.
I keep my head down, avoid eye contact and keep my happy thoughts to myself.
I’m not a drain, but regarding strangers I have the interest of a neutrino in their lives, wants, needs and desires.
This is because, statistically, the probability is that a stranger falls into “the majority”; and I’m in “the minority”.
Them and us if you like.
So what is my problem with the majority? What are they guilty of?
The answer is best illustrated with the video below, and whilst the majority may not think like the idiots in the video, the majority, in my mind, are guilty of letting this happen. And why? Because most people are cowardly and weak. I don’t like cowardly. For the weak, I used to feel compassion generally but now I’m very selective.
I have also become a “woken sleeper”, as described in my response below to a tweet regarding the “demonisation of ‘the unvaccinated’ last year.”
The sheep want to move on; they just want an easy, thoughtless life. But they woke the “sleepers” like me. That was a mistake. Woken sleepers are far more motivated than sheep. And, they will find, far more robust and resilient.
https://twitter.com/gilesmorris/status/1569651992829591552?s=20&t=Ptco36AGhWxzwA8rdiSQSw
Being nice? I hope that works out for you.
Finally, here’s a happy thought for you.
When I was in hospital last month (not dying of SARS-CoV-2 I might add), one of the most depressing things was the fact that I was not able to out run anyone at the hospital. And there were some VERY fat people there! I’m pleased to say that this is no longer the case ๐๐ผโโ๏ธ๐ด๐ผโโ๏ธ๐.
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