There is business to be made by having rules. A right way. A wrong way. Etiquette and protocol.
There are blog posts to be written, when you can bullet point the ways in which one way is unacceptable and another is the right way.
And the quicker you can reach these conclusions and confine freedom, the faster you can make your money and curb the manner in which we communicate.
I’ve watched it happen.
I’ve seen how others rally around anyone who stands up and says “well you really shouldn’t talk about religion and politics in polite conversation”. Why the fuck not? Oh but damn, I just swore right in the middle of a decent sentence. How rude, how completely gutter of me. I might go stand in the corner and not talk to anyone for that sin. Except by doing this, I’ll also be committing some kind of wrong – by not talking. By not “socialising” in our ever social world. Oh but make sure you only tweet about X,Y,Z on twitter.. even if you have several alphabets in your head..only X,Y and Z are acceptable. It’s a sick joke. A scam to build business and popularity.
Be who you want to be! they say.
But in being who you want to be, try not to offend anyone, darling. Also make sure that you don’t waste anothers time, don’t waste your own, don’t talk rubbish and certainly don’t share too much of yourself so that you drive people to feel uncomfortable or drive them to boredom. Be entertaining for fucksake. Be polite. Be genuine. Be yourself.
I’m not myself I am theirself.. I am what they say is the right way to be or at least strive to be. I’m not alone, we all do this.
When we try to get fit because they say you should be healthy and live a long life.
When we try to hold conversation across a table with people we know are complete jerks.
When we buy high heels, because that’s what is acceptable office attire.
When we work and work and work and scrimp and save to buy a house and a car and furnish our long life with all the things we think will make it better and buy the tv and the stuff and worry about whether the way we have our coffee reflects the kind of person I am. The writers of Fight Club had it right in a way.
So where did this need to “belong” come from anyway? And does it give us freedom, or does it make us prisoners?