Everywhere you turn in the sphere of publication, which, by the by, has become saturated with so many different ramblings that I'm almost certain that everyone has at least three blogs and a flickR account, writers and bloggers and even psychologists are denouncing the rantings and ravings of the masses.
Some are too angsty, for they do not understand that life is harsh and unforgiving.
Some are too cold, for they do not feel the warmth and love of their kin.
Some are too idealistic, for they do not comprehend the vastness and depth of the worlds problems.
Some are too dismissive, for they see the others are beneath them.
These are all looked down upon by the more educated among us, and even moreso by the less educated. They are reviled more often than revered, and no matter thier success or charisma, they are disrespected for thier views.
It's not because they are inherently wrong, nor that they are any less validated by thier drivel as those who deprecate them. You see, even though I myself make a generalization in this endeavour, those portraying stereotypical and less educated views on life are often dismissed out of hand because their response is expected, at least by those who deign to understand the human condition.
I for one respectfully disagree. At the risk of sounding like an angst filled teenager wailing about imagined woes, I must protest this dismissive view. Not out of hand, mind you, I do have some semblance of a reason. One only hopes I can make it clear enough to earn a bit of credability despite my humble backround.
Let us first examine the reasoning behind the distaste at such a simple thing as opinion.
What is it about the experience of being ignorant or primal that so repulses the "educated" few? Why must it be that pointless because you can site chemical reactions and societal causes for the emotions and ideas of the public? Why are the arguments brought about by those who are younger and less jaded seen as juvenile and futile?
Is it because we are smarter, more educated, more experienced? Perhaps we even have more raw insight into the proverbial soul of humanity.
I for one, believe many of these things to be true, and, coincidentally, feel that that is precisely why we are so wrong in our arrogance. The apathy, the sadness, the simple joys. The rites of passage, the confusion, even the bald faced ignorance, they are all part of of the greater human condition.
These states, these ideas, these writings, they reflect the vulnerability, the similarity, and the universal truth among humanity.
We are all ignorant of something, we are all weak, we mask this quite well by shrouding ourselves in titles and diplomas, but we are still just as amazed by the little things in life as the next person.
I think the issue isn't that the teenage girl whining about her boyfriend not understanding her, or the middle aged man afraid he will fade into the twilight without a legacy irks us for thier cliche and morose nature, but because we ourselves are too proud and too strong to admit that we too worry about such things, that we too find joy in the simplicity of life.
We too are human, and I for one find comfort in it.
