One thing that bothers me about people, and that is the defining trait that alienates me from them, is their absolute need/desire/hunger/instinct to belong to something “bigger.”
People need to feel that they are part of grand social and cultural groups that shadow their existence, and they use this singularly to define their own character and personality.
Most of the crap people fixate on involves exactly this tendency. People spend time and money, emotional and intellectual exertion, just to be a part of something bigger and more powerful that they can tout as an externally imbued identity.
This human trait is a primary building block of conformity.
This bothers me about people. It bothers me that they are not willing individualists. They are only fulfilled when they can ingratiate themselves into the bowels of a large, faceless glob of mass identity by which to be defined to themselves and others.
They join churches, they wear the identity of their employers or sports clubs or schools. They wear letterman jackets or plaster “‘fill-in-the-school name’ Alumni” license frames on their tasteful imports.
Most people are rudderless in the absence of a supreme all-encompassing identity they can call their own. It’s as if their intrinsic value is defined by that potpourri of societal detritus they can affiliate with. It doesn’t matter that my name is Joe Blow and that I am a unique human being with original thoughts. The only thing that matters is that I went to UCLA and I work for Xerox and I own a house with 3 bedrooms. This is who I am and how I demand to be defined. I have no identity. I am a harmless, useless interjection in the capitalist flow. I don’t define or stand for anything other than what I represent as a statistic and a consumer base.
This is what bothers me about people.
People are not individuals.
They do not have the strength nor power to stand alone as monuments of uniqueness and self-definition. They must continually borrow identities and assume the facade of a larger entity that is merely an assemblage of faceless humanity that coalesces to proclaim a common heritage.
A man of vision must seek kinship with nothing and no one but himself.
A true man of vision should create a definition of himself. He must proclaim with pride that he is the unprecendented kernel that owes no allegiance nor generational legacy to anything.
I wish people would be true individualists. But they are all sheep.
Human nature is a herd. In fact, I always hear about how social interactions define our chances for success and prosperity. Perhaps this is true. Perhaps this explains me. I can’t fathom defining myself by a school or team or political party. I’ve chosen the path less chosen, and thus declining to join the herd, have damned myself to anonymous mediocrity.
In fact, blogdom is unique in that there is only one URL in existence, and you are using it. To a lesser degree, your blog name is unique but not necessarily so.
Ah, it doesn’t matter.
We mock the robotic sheep, but we are no better. We merely fancy it up in cloudy notions.