Sunday, September 09, 2007

Half-written, spiteful thing

I think that your overarching interest is in the possibility of your own celebrity. You want your 15 minutes and will take them however you can get them, one minute at a time if need be. You believe that you are special and you can’t decide whether it’s yourself you hate or the rest of us for not seeing you as so very special. You don’t seem to realise that we all do that, at least sometimes.

I do not have great faith in your thinking and, therefore, do not trust your opinions. Quite quickly the point is reached when youth is no longer an excuse. I believe you to be intellectually lazy and quite uneducated – finding it easier to believe what you are told by those who have some power to make your name. You believe the cheap shots, imagining them to be commonsensical without thinking on them and realising their nonsense. The problem with cheap shots is, of course, that they seem sensible and one thinks they ought to be sense but words and language make fools of us all – of some, perhaps, even more than others.

You think that reading makes you educated. Reading is a wonderful thing, a great thing, you should never stop it, never let it go. But when you read uncritically and without perspective and your reading is far from thorough then you do yourself a disservice when you imagine your understanding. I view your understanding gravely and you dismiss me as a spoiled little child who has had too much ease of life to truly understand, as though love makes for inferior understanding, as though all lives that are not yours are all ease and comfort. You do not seem to realise that we make our own decisions and live the lives we’ve created. You give lip-service to the idea but it does not seem to have penetrated your mind. It certainly seems to have no effect upon your actions. But then, there’s always someone to blame, isn’t there?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Whoa, what the shit! Dude, I sincerely hope that wasn't for me - I like to read dem darrr books, 2. :(

Lady, finish the letter -- even if the person you're writing to doesn't read it, at least you're getting it out. x

Shelley said...

Not really aimed at any one in particular. Personally, I recognise in it some of my worse faults.
It's the appalling habit I've picked up of writing in the first person that makes it seem, perhaps, more directed than it is.
It would probably be better re-written as a satirical essay but I'm far too lazy.