The simple pleasures of life … being offered a glass of ice tea on a hot day … goes a long way with me. The niceties, the pleasantries and civilities aren't lost on me. As pleasant as these pleasantries are, I'm not naïve in thinking they are the be all end all of societies dilemmas. It sure makes the saccharine smiles of life easier to chew and digest though, wouldn't you agree?
This leads me to my observance in the way people criticize. Anyone can criticize and give off the cuff insults. Anyone. It's easy. There is no art to it, no challenge. What is crafty is when the flying insults are cleverly turned around and delivered with class. I'm not talking about the "giving it as right back at cha" kind of dirt dishing that smacks of ignorance. Nope. Those are a dime a dozen. I'm talking about the rational wordsmithing, the clearly thought out, intelligent kind of delivery accompanied by a glass of refreshing iced tea on a silver platter. You know … the kind of delivery that hosts a witticism that makes ya scratch your head and think, "is what happened what I think just happened?"
That is a skill. Something cultivated and honed. And, no, I'm not saying I have that skill. Not even remotely close! What I'm saying is that it's a shame that so many people think they're so far above the fray that they have some kind of elite privilege to criticize, freely, carte blanche.
It's a shame, I say!
Feelings and emotions are as uniquely personal as the person who feels them. Exhibiting self control over the ugly criticisms and resisting the urge to stand above another and beat the drum of "I'm better than you" may be less popular with the "it" crowd than wearing mom jeans to a night club. And, doling out the f-bombs and insults like a PEZ dispenser full of Chiclets leads to nowhere but self-indulgence for the egocentric person with low self-confidence.
Yeah, I have a low tolerance for the "I'm better than you" attitude, and don't have time for self-righteous and sanctimonious people. So little patience for idiots who use a cloak of sanctimony to cover their ignorance. Very little tolerance…
And these, my friends, are just my thoughts for the day…