When you grow up in a tight knit community of backstabbers, cute hoors and shrude operators, go to school with their offspring, college where you hang around with a few like minded individuals as yourself and then a decent workplace, while going to your local or staying involved with a good club you pretty much go through life having no major interaction with the great unwashed. If you are forced into interacting, you quickly realise they are in the main, vapid morons.
A friend of mine played golf with ‘rory’ for some fund raiser last year. Said he was mindlessly boring (shock horror!) No one liners, no good stories, just a plain ordinary lad you wouldn’t pick out of any group. Maybe there’s a hidden genius there. I doubt it.
Not at all, I’d be stubborn enough at times but sure that’s the way I am. How do you get on yourself? Does licking up to people and being a doormat lead to a fulfilling life?
Hiding in the same pack all your life …convincing yourself you’re surrounded by the greats of society - the cute whore, the shrude operator the most subjective titles you can give someone …here comes his offspring… a chip off the old block wha? It’s fish bowl stuff…like minded people down the local, hush hush ,the senate is in session …all leading to the assumption that there is no better world , only lesser ones …I mean what is the definition of a cute whore , a good club , a decent workplace ? Who is the arbitrator on such matters ? The picture you create is the most insular world I can imagine …billy big bollox down the boozer holding court stuff…
