Tahitiii wrote:
For me, it's about quality interaction. I can't relate to pigs. Associating with the worst of them does not make me feel "enriched," but defiled.
I would like to associate with good people, but I can't find many.
I remember having vague thoughts along these lines from as early as third grade. Being disgusted and horrified when the kids around me allowed the teachers to insult them freely, acting "like dogs," lapping up every empty, power-driven compliment.
Spot on. (Double quote, was typing!)
Re. Orwell, I find it very difficult to take trivial compliments, seem unneccasary, offence almost. I used to want constructive criticism, a challenge, I strive perfect my work and crave their perspective to identify floors, errors in their thinking. What is it their missing, what am I missing, what can I see that they cannot, where does the difference lie?
I am usually content with my own company if I don't want to share information or prove something, though I'd often try to join in at school as I saw my interacting idiosyncracies as inadequacies, sport was the most successful way to be included. I was told things like "Jenk has to learn that to have a friend she has to be a friend," so I learnt, which involved alot of dumbing my responses down so that others could answer my questions and feel good about themselves, urgh. I had true friends, pets! How many primary schools girls spend their time collecting leaves for their stick insects?! Dedication! Which reminds me, I want a Chamelion!!