There
are some people who realise possibly a little late in life that their
pace is not in keeping with everyone else's.
Aged
six, it's usually your identity, then commonly your forming views and
interests. All of which are malleable to a certain degree until
suddenly, without your knowing, some preferences set in for the long
haul. You get more entrenched in who you think you are, what you will
and won't be. Compromises become a matter of integrity and brings
about fierce one-sided debates. With yourself. Regardless of if these
are being asked of you by somebody else. The causal agent – their
voice or their person – don't tend to feature in these arguments,
even though assumptions are made about their thoughts or how they
might give their responses. None of which correspond if that
conversation is actualised. And don't be fooled into thinking this is
a singular person's game, as long-term partners: two people, wedded
or co-habiting, who've lived with each other for years and years,
face this regularly occurring problem too.
Nor
is it only for the principled, moralising individual, or for those
considered anxiety-ridden or highly-strung. It is not a female
occupation, although some would dispute that and say that this state
favours the female brain. Notice the word 'some' is used instead of
'male' although the latter meaning should be implied, but then this
is not a militant cry of feminism. But it should be pointed out that
it was never then at its most militant against
men, but for equality; in short, for a woman to be her own rightful
property, to have a say and to earn her own money. To do with as she
sees fit or wishes.
The
feminist slant now is a little more divisive, sometimes unfairly
singling out the male when it should be focused more on corporations
- on the stereotypes they hold - and the images we unconsciously
support or feed to one another. Our views are still gender biased and
unbalanced. However, it should not be forgotten that men were
champions too of grass-roots movements, and that some women did not
approve. That same case can be made today.
But
back to the debate about the way we relate to each other and each
other's lives. Analytical politics, misunderstandings,
misrepresentations and presumptions do not discriminate. They are not
bound by gender, but are governed by mood and the plasticity of your
brain. Your unique cranium.
As a
race, we can be a very self-interested, self-directed tribe, and even
more so in our interpretation of modern day. In this evolved age we
like to believe otherwise, but humans are quick to judge and
outwardly project. We just don't like different: those without the
herd mentality. They spike our curiosity and/or inflict a contagious
form of Sour Grapes: if it's good enough for me then it's good enough
for them. We really have no idea what harm we cause when we pick and
probe; when we try to convince others to conform or pour scorn on
those that have turned away, walked away, or ran for the hills.
Maybe
for a time you were one of those who tried to mould yourself to that
accepted rhythm. London, Paris, New York. Your mind sprinted, your
body hurried at the pace set by a series of large clock faces. You
upset your own internal clock and your face became a mask like that
of a plaster cast; a mask that eventually cracked as the act became
less convincing.
Or
perhaps the act convinced you and the mask took hold, is never
removed, so that you scoff and don't recognise what you were once
also like. Something jars about those we don't see our own likeness
in or if our preconceptions of a person is shattered. They are
something other than we thought which somehow alters how we talk to,
how we behave with, and the view we have of them: it could enhance,
it could detract. But the fact is: opting-out, choosing slow rather
than fast, is no easy task for the person that does will have their
conscience examined.
As featured in Twelve Strikes: A Play of Selected Writings. For further details, visit I Live to Read page.
Picture Credit: Clock Explosion, Salvador Dali