Tehra wrote:
Ah, superior. So who are you hiring to chastise him? I mean, after you unleashed your verbal diarrhea, the guy already sees you as inferior and needing to be locked away with a straight jacket for the safety of society.
You are projecting your own demons over the literal meaning of what I wrote. I wasn't referring to myself, I was referring to his district manager or whatnot.
Tehra wrote:
You may not be violent initially, but you are destructive. And not in the destroy to create way.
I prefer the label "chaotic neutral", thanks.
Weena wrote:
I'm not really complaining about anything. You're latching onto a passing comment, in what I'm assuming is an attempt to disregard how petty and stupid this all is. Or maybe it's an attempt to appear superior in 'citizen participation'. "Hey, at least I'm trying to change something for what I think is the better!".
I'm saying you're being a child. Someone asked you to leave, and whether it was reasonable or unreasonable, right or wrong, is moot, because you've decided to be obstinate and stubborn about something that isn't that big of a deal. You've decided to essentially out asshole the other guy. Hence the milk-house-burning analogy.
A teacher is hit in the head by a pencil. The class mistakes the pencil being thrown by you, and you are blamed by the entire room. You didn't throw the pencil, you deny throwing it. Teacher tells you to see them after class. What you should do is see the teacher after class, make your case, take whatever lecture comes, and be done with it.
What you have done is decided to be excessively angry, to have a conniption, to be uncooperative with the teacher, to yell and kick. So instead of being done with it after a short lecture, you had to be carried out of the room by other teachers, got a number of days of detention, some in school suspension and grounded. Now you want to have the teacher and school punished for being unjust.
So how does life really work inside the fantasy world of Weena?
Seems a lot like the world of Walter Mitty. You fantasize about yourself in unrealistic heroic motifs - like Mitty visualizing himself as a war hero or air ace, you interpolate imagery of yourself as Heavy or some other type of badass. And when the world gets you down, when someone shakes their finger at you, your woman tells you to mind the intersection or someone makes you put out your smoke, you grouse and blame the guvmint.
This is absolutely how you change things. It's not clean, it's not easy, it's not heroic. There is no day of reckoning where all those oppressors of smokers, wage-earners and other people minding what is
their idea of their own business - maybe a very different idea than what others may have of what is or isn't their business, just like in this very incident - will one day miraculously see the error of their ways, or be vanquished by the righteous forces of those same "self-help" types who curiously never see fit to, well, help themselves.
News flash: in the real world, the world of America, where you are trying to navigate a world where people pretty much don't give a shit about each other, the guy who winds up on top, is usually going to be the guy willing to be the biggest asshole.
Don't like that? Well. Maybe looking out for oneself isn't so marvelous after all, hmm?
The cute thing in your analogy is that the "child seeing teacher after class" has no real power. The teacher can brush off the boy and do his thing no matter what. I guess that boy is you. You extinguish your cigarette, grouse, and wait ineffectually for our lord and savior Ron Paul to address your grousing.
Or do you have a better idea? You know, one that isn't made of fail and doesn't leave you the kid kicking pebbles on your way home, upset that the teacher didn't listen to you telling him to stop being mean and wishing you had the gumption to do something about it?
P.S.: Are you familiar with the short story in question?