you do realize being conscientious in this dept is akin to being a nun in a brothel?
This random-sounding quip was directed at your headstrong diligence.
Your conscientious pride.
You worked through lunch because the job beckoned. Which I feel is admirable in its own right. I believe conscientiousness is the last vestige of civilization and honor left in a society which seems sorely lacking in both.
Is conscientiousness really that antiquated. Is it obsolete?
I’m an old fart, comparatively.
What is with the strange instinctual notion that possesses you as you age to romanticize the values you remember from your youth and which you identify with fondly in your later years? As you age why do you tend to prop up and idolize behaviors as tragically “lost” now that the young generation has stumbled onto the modern stage and decimated all that you helped build, that moral foundation which was supposed to pave the way for their excellence?
Is our immediate pool of slackers, our swamp of apathy (those who precipitated my note), so rare, so unique, that they deserve our single-minded wrath and antagonism?
Or are all young people like this now? I catch myself thinking like that and I feel old.
I learned the value of conscientiousness from my parents. They handed it down to me like a spiritual heirloom and ingrained it in my young mind and I’ve held on to it dearly ever since. Only in this bizarre moral quagmire that is the 21st century can the quality of conscientiousness even dare to be called into question.
Conscientiousness has been perceived as a trite and mindless devotion to conformity and regularity, but I don’t see it this way. Conscientiousness may be denigrated and ridiculed by those who have a lazy and loutish view of the quality, but it is not solely about following rules or towing the line or bowing in meek obedience to the gods of structure. That is the lazy view, the lazy way; those who seek to intellectually disavow the human attribute of conscientiousness merely indulge in pedantic verbal devices used slickly to justify their thinly veiled moral laziness.
Conscientiousness drives society; gives it a direction and a well-lit path.
As conscientiousness falters, we are left with a society that trembles at the thought of hardship and commitment. We are left with a society where men and women act like children and treat each other as such. We are left with a society that has no ethic save that of the ultimate fulfillment of hollow gratification. Without conscientiousness, we are but a blazing intellect devoid of the will or motive to channel it toward useful ends.
Conscientiousness is perfection.
Conscientiousness is what propels you forward, guided by a well-designed plan and formulated goals. It is what drives you to gather all your wits about you, to gather your mental tools and organize them into a cohesive attack that wastes not an inch nor a second in your pursuit of completing a task.
Conscientiousness does not imply apathy of innovation. It is merely a tool offered to your disposal; you may build temples with its use or you may build ditches with its disuse.
Unfortunately, conscientiousness is the anti-lazy way but humans are irretrievably lazy when at all possible. Human wretchedness finds its own level. In a group of people, any sense of existent conscientiousness is certain to be trampled to dust because the sum conscientious measure of any group will undoubtedly sink to a level commiserate with the least conscientious members of the group.
The non-conscientious always triumphs. Even the most stubbornly conscientious person (like you) will eventually be whittled away by weakness of spirit and will seek the low way as well. The nature of the crowd is never to strive for a stellar sense of conscientiousness as an entity. For conscientiousness is just the measure of one’s self-reliance on his own internalized sense of duty.
Take a lunch.
No one cares around here whether you do or not. It’s all the same to the non-conscientious. They are blessed with an impervious nature that washes away the dreaded burden of concern.
Conscientiousness is hard, selfless work.
But our time is too precious to trouble ourselves. And there is no immediate sensory payout.
The nun in the brothel knows this.