Commoners
I have become weary of commoners. Cue self-righteous indignation as you question my right to call anyone else a commoner. Before that, perhaps I should clarify what I mean. When I say commoners I am talking about people who entertain the most average of thoughts, indulge in the most average of habits, hobbies, general behaviors, people seemingly incapable or unwilling of stepping outside the status quo. I am not passing judgment on these people, or staking any claim on superiority to them, just distinguishing myself from them enough to say that I tire of their conversation, their arguments, their very ways of thinking.
Whether it is by “virtue” of a Christian-dominated moral context, or a stale non-progressive cultural context, the way many people – indeed, commoners – think is exceedingly dull. I hear the same things day in and day out, the same tired opinions, the same polarized and even extremist views as if everything is so black and white. Trying to get people to think differently in most cases seems to be an exercise in futility, with the exception of rare individuals, many of them children, who have yet to become so set in their ways.
When I say I grow weary, I mean that I have become bored. People’s conversations, their interests, their aspirations, how they live their everyday lives – is just plain disinteresting. Not that it is their obligation to appeal to me in any way. I am simply making a statement. The people I find myself surrounded by simply fail to inspire me, fail to offer me even one small nugget of something different, unique, dare I say “revolutionary”. I do not think differently just to BE different. I think differently because that is how I have trained myself to think – different here meaning varying from most people, but also thinking in a way that is constantly changing. That is to say that my way of thinking one day may differ from the day before, or even the previous thought seconds earlier.
The brain is not a muscle, but it requires exercise just the same. And I find myself lacking many people with which to train. This has nothing to do with “intelligence”, a term I regard as dubious in itself, but with people’s ability to think differently. I am tired of existing within what seems to be some kind of nest of “memetic inbreeding”. And much like how actual inbreeding creates higher instances of detrimental traits, this so-called memetic inbreeding causes the proliferation of backwards and non-progressive thoughts. And so, I am weary.