Excerpted from an AIM conversation today:
Me: man these old Boy Meets World episodes never fail to warm my heart
Person: but there's no black people... Boy Meets World doesn't get a token black character til WAAY later
And yes, that response came completely out of left field -- but wouldn't you know that not a single goddamned day goes by during which someone in my life does not say something along these lines. These people are supposed to be my friends and loved ones and so much -- so, so much -- of what comes out of their mouths or is conveyed by their fingertips causes my head to throb and my eyeballs to sting so intensely that I want to inhale carbon monoxide rather than endure the day after day after day after day after day of said pain that will inevitably follow. I don't even know why I'm posting about it here, since I don't really expect you to be able to offer any consolation or comforting words so much as I expect you to further compound my pain. All too frequently I voice my distress with a certain media development or personal incident only to be met with a non sequitur comment to the effect of "yeah, I know what you mean; if it were me, I would be embarrassed for my race too" or an equally insulting and ridiculous off-base or dismissive response, and I want to repeatedly bang my forehead against something very, very hard because oh. my. god. you. morons. just. don't. fucking. get. it. And I sincerely wonder if said parties ever could even if they lived to be 969 years old.
More and more I am becoming convinced that my relative lack of social interaction during my childhood and more recent formative years -- or something -- has placed me on a superior plane of social recognition, such that these others somehow represent, by comparison, lesser or inferior forms of life. I realize that sounds very, very weird, and of course I don't mean to suggest that my solitude has caused me to involve into some superior creature who is intrinsically more valuable or worthwhile than other, "normal" human beings. That would be crazy! (Though with the amount of intense headaches that my interactions with others cause me to suffer, insanity on my part would not be a surprising outcome.) But all too often it feels like I am dealing with intelligences on par with those of animals, where there are important things that I understand with little effort that they clearly will never be able to grasp.
For example: I like Bacardi a lot, but I could never sit down with him and make him understand Plato -- not that he needs to, because he is a dog. Rolling over and fetching his plush blue bone is sufficient. However, throughout all of my interactions with Bacardi, I have never become acutely aware that he is actively devaluing me as an individual with every other word. And what gets me regarding these other people is that they must be similarly devaluing others -- and oftentimes I am present during these very interactions -- so why am I the only person who realizes it? Why am I the only person offended? Are others so incapable of evaluating statements and drawing conclusions? Or are they just entirely unbothered -- or even amused -- when people mistreat them? Are they so shamefully lacking in individual pride and self-respect? If the latter, it could explain why people are so quick to seek pride elsewhere -- and perhaps why I am so frequently and so grossly misunderstood.
More and more I am finding this life to be unbearable.