Equal? Why? To what end? Where do you move after equality? Leftists have no good answers to these questions since, again, their quest is fundamentally anti-rational, or as I sometimes call it, Post-Rational, which is a synonym for most of what has happened in the Humanities in the past 50 years or so.
What are you doing?
I don’t know.
Why?
I don’t know.
What is your goal?
I don’t know.
How will you know if you get there?
Don’t worry, I won’t. THAT question I can answer.
This is how shit happens, has children, and rents up the block. There is no spring in this world, no summer, winter, or fall. Nothing really changes, because that is the goal. That is the real goal.
Here is what I logged on to post: I was watching someone size me up at lunch today, I think because I was having lunch with an attractive woman. He was with his buddies, his clique, and I could see the mental comparisons going on. I’m not much to look at, especially when I’m working a job site. I look like a construction worker. I fit in perfectly, beer belly and all. People ask me “what do you do?” I say “construction”, and they nod and say that makes sense.
But I was thinking to myself, the real man is not the one who has the things, the toys, the women, who competes with everyone all the time. I was looking at this guy with a bit of a smile, thankful I had not fallen into his trap, his cage. I like who I am and what I do, and I don’t give a rats ass what other people think of me, and I very definitely do not get jealous of them.
The real man, to MY thinking, is the one who just does not give a shit what people think of him, from the bottom of his toes to the top of his head. That person is free. That is the ONLY path to becoming free from fear, and free to live. In all other directions, you have to consider the judgments of others, their opinions. You have to fear not fitting in, sticking out, being the odd one out, the misfit.
To my way of thinking, a real man does whatever the fuck he does, consistent with mental health (I am not praising psychopathy, merely a healthy set of boundaries and sense of self, and a healthy engagement with life and living), and finds people around him who fit him, who are suitable for him, and for whom he is also suitable.
That is leadership, too. I remember thinking in high school that most of the people who were called “leaders” were just figuring out which way the wind was blowing, and hustling to get out front. That is not leading. Leading takes balls, and it always implicitly implies the possibility of failure. You may be the one shouting to the wind, that everyone thinks is nuts.
But only your opinion of yourself matters. That in my view is the way to live. If you world praises you, and you do not respect yourself, then that is what matters. And if the world hates you, but you do respect yourself, that too is all that matters.