The other day, me online in world, looking at a fairly new boat that is all the rage right now. Aaaaaw, the builder is online, standing right there, so I access her in order to find out a bit more about the boat, for my blog and of course to find out if I personally might be interested in it. She’s in my friendslist and we talked before, she even made a boat for me, for free. That was nice. Then some weeks ago she had a fight with me. The old thing, as usual: Your forum suxxors, Béa is a meanie pooface, you’re a handful of retards … blaaaaaaah, we all know this bullshit civil war. As usual I didn’t care much and didn’t pay attention. I suck in life convos since I need quite long to read and even longer to respond with a minimum amount of typoes. So usually I just space out. Anyway I forgot about that convo as soon as she was gone and I could go on with whatever nonsense I was busying myself with before.
Ok, so I’m at her store now and we talk for a couple minutes about the boat when suddenly, like *boom!* she kinda shouts at me where I took the nerve to act as if we’re still friends and yadda yadda, and what a bad girl I am, and that I’m fighting on the wrong side and am blind to the real world and how with my RL age (yes, it’s true, I could easily be her mother) I’m so terribly immature? Ahaaa, that’s where the wind is coming from. Heard that same bullshit before from another girl. Or from her, whatever.
Yes, you guessed correctly, that boat builder is a leading figure in the other camp. As always with them they are running out of real arguments pretty quickly and have to resort to dirty personal attacks on the character of anyone not joining their side. Well, apart from them always confusing and mixing up arguments in their attacks and then denying to be the attackers, and that it’s all like very tiresome and boring for me and I really don’t have anything to do with that infight in the community; apart from all that stuff one part of her attackument made me think for a while longer. Actually that was like at least a month ago but I just remembered it last night: The immaturity argument.
Apart from my maturity having nothing to do with where I stand in the community, her argument – if you can even call it that – is wrong on so many different levels, it’s virtually impossible for her to even grasp what she was accusing me of. Because clearly with her brutal radical mindset, her teenage angst, her tendency to sort the world around her in only two categories, black and white, and her tender age she wouldn’t get it really what it means to be an adult, to be mature.
I know what comes now might bore you and you won’t understand it neither and dismiss it. But I have to get it out of my system; and what for do we have blogs, eh? So let me set some things straight here:
Hun, once you’ve reached my age (marching straight on 50 now) you’ll know your place in society and in life. You’ll have made a career and a family, you did countless jobs, got married, owned countless cars, boats and motorbikes and travelled the world. Maybe you’ve even migrated to another country and started a new life. In any way you’ll have many many experiences and memories, you’ve learned many lessons, some of them very hurtful. But you’ve lived through them, lived your life, made the best and sometimes the worst of it. Anyway, you’ve achieved a certain level of wisdom. And much more importantly, you’ve reached a level of independence, a stage in life in which you give less and less fucks about anything. Up to and including overly excited and angry but terribly unempathic youngsters like yourself!
Once you’ve reached my biblical age of 49 fukn years you’ve reached a level of trancendence on which you simply don’t think in silly categories like maturity anymore. You’ll know yourself and where you stand, your capabilities, your strength and your weaknesses. And that’ll be enough for you. You’ll have no need to proof anything to yourself anymore, and certainly not to anyone else. What others might think about you … pfff, who cares?
Of course I’m a tiny bit jealous. Of course I’d love to be my glorious 21 y/o hipsterpunk and political activist again. Of course I’d love to spend whole summers in bikinis or less, surfing, sailing and sleeping on the beach and in shared sailboat bunks. Traveling all over Europe in banged up old VW busses. But I had all that, enjoyed it tremendously and am pretty content with my life as it is now. I was poor and rich and poor again and am now fairly comfortably settled in my lower middleclass suburban dream.
And we – my generation, the post punx – had something your generation will never have. We were born with some sense of duty towards society and community, with a sense for fairness. We received a proper political education, we were taught to question everything, including what our teachers told us, even and particularly our own ideas. Some of us, if we were so inclined, even developed something called an ideology. An ideology you don’t slip off like a snake its skin, it’s a lifetime commitment. And that is what your generation and following generations will never have and you’re the poorer of it: IDEOLOGY!
All you’re capable of thinking about is yourself, your own gain, your advancement, total individuality. That’s soooo fukn boring isn’t it? Today you think this, tomorrow you’ll think something different about the same question. Crappy pragmatism. 😦 That’s why all your carefully constructed wannabe arguments and labouriously collected notecards with conversations and Orca-quotes will just bounce off my thick skin. Because you and I know you do all that stuff just for your personal gain. So, let’s say you’re correct and I did indeed say something stupid like half a year ago … what you just did is 10,000 times worse and you really made an arse of yourself.
And guess what, with 7 billion motherfuckers on this marble, and everyone only tinking about themselves the next grand catastrophe is already looming on the horizon. And people like you are not part of the solution, you are the problem!