Oh, the joy! I was chatting with a lovely gal the other night, out on a date, and the topic came up of happiness and fulfillment.
And she asked me, “What is the most impressive, awesome, and most important thing that I had done that day?”.
And I thought about it for a second. I sincerely, introspectively thought about that for a second. And I stopped what I was doing, looked her in the eyes, and said, “I came here.”
And I meant that when I told her, and even sometime later. I know that she understood -at that moment- how I felt about everything else. I could feel the joy in her eyes, in her expressions.
And there was this thing that I wondered to myself, in some deep corner of my mind… Did she think my comment was to get laid, or was it real? I knew I took joy in the honesty of my words.
Consider that a compliment to anybody who reads this, when through all this shit that we have to make our way through every day as humans. We deal with all that stuff and still are willing to be in the moment honest.
The honesty of that statement is a beautiful thing, and if someone told you that and you had a reasonable belief that it was genuine, it’s a lovely thing to say to another human.
And is someone who has a massive disdain for humanity and is yet human, honesty and kindness are typically rewarded as such between actual humans.
Fuck what everybody else says about playing the game and all that shit. If you have a conversation with somebody, and you aren’t genuine, well fuck you!
If I go through all the effort to go out into public with another human with whom I haven’t enough experience with them and the fact I’d want to go out into a crowd, I must find joy in your presence.
We all have our shit, and the depth of said shit isn’t just relative to how fucked up we are as people; it is something that we are willing to admit to anybody else?
I suggest that our humanity is in the honesty that we can have, or what we can bring for that matter, to a conversation with another person. Can you bring joy to another’s heart?
As far back as I can think, if I was out in public with “you“, it was because I wanted to be there and I wanted to be there with you. That’s as honest.. as I can be.
I can’t prove that. I have no data. I have no charts or graphs, or diagrams. I can only say that I have been the person who asks the question and the recipient.
For fucks sake, show some goddamn fucking respect to other people. Fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and the shit behind you!
I believe I’ve said that before…
