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I’m a little drunk and I have not even read the article but I was discussing this very thing with my friends. We have so many stories and we are each going through so much struggle individually. Why can’t we be kind and considerate of each other?
Because if you miss an opportunity you might miss putting food on the table specially if you live in a developed country.
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There's a proverb that says, for every 3 people walking there's someone who can be your teacher.
The concentration can vary though. There are places I’ve been where everyone could teach me a lot, and then there are the other places.
I didn't feel this way when I was younger. YMMV.
But you should probably maybe ignore most of it. Because there is more shared between us than we want to admit.
I was talking to some guy here in Bangkok recently last night. He's Jewish and I'm Jamaican. It turns out our lives were remarkably similar. Right down to me working in the same city he lived in 30 years ago. We were making jokes about both of our Jewish friends because we experienced the same things with them.
We experienced a lot of the same things too. It was very interesting having that more than hour long conversation.
He experienced a lot of negative things in his life. I experienced many of the same negative things in my life. We spoke about a guy on my team here from a totally different very poor South East Asian country who experienced similar things in his life too.
So yes, maybe the order of things, or the severity of things that happen in each of our lives are different, but most of the encounters and experiences are similar to what other people see.
We are not that special. We are not that unique. We eat the same things, watch the same shows, want the same things for our children.
The difference between now and before, is that we could put people in fewer buckets, now there are a few more buckets we can put people in. And really, if you stop to thing, not that many more buckets, since human nature sort of remains consistent regardless of the times.
And the sooner we understand that a white nationalist has many similar experiences to a black nationalist, the sooner we will realize, that hey, "that guy is very much like me".
This is true. But you should probably maybe ignore most of it. Because there is more shared between us than we want to admit. I was talking to some guy here in Bangkok recently last night. He's Jewish and I'm Jamaican. It turns out our lives were remarkably similar. Right down to me working in the same city he lived in 30 years ago. We were making jokes about both of our Jewish friends because we experienced the same…
The most important shift I’ve made in my life was when I started approaching conversations with the attitude that the other person could teach me something, no matter who it is. Sometimes it takes some digging, but I’ve found it to be true.
There's a proverb that says, for every 3 people walking there's someone who can be your teacher.
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maybe I'm just an asshole but I've felt whatever is the opposite of sonder these days when I come across people that are so clueless and inattentive they might as well be zombies.
At some point in your life, somebody's undoubtedly thought the same thing about you. Probably even a bunch of people over many years.
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Everything else is just variations on that theme. You like Italian food, and this person likes Amish food, well whoop-de-doop.
People make a bigger deal out of Italian food or Amish food or Istanbullian food because what else are ya gonna do? I'm not saying it is good or bad, but I think I pretty much know almost everyone's story. You're born, you do stuff, then you die. And some will go to heaven, most to hell even though they think they'll go to heaven, and we atheists are just going to die.
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If you like Bill:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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Or if you like your Ecclesiastes:
8 All things are wearisome,
more than one can describe;
the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear content with hearing.
9 What has been will be again,
and what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
10 Is there a case where one can say,
“Look, this is new”?
It has already existed
in the ages before us.
11 There is no remembrance
of those who came before,
and those yet to come will not be remembered
by those who follow after.
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maybe I'm just an asshole but I've felt whatever is the opposite of sonder these days when I come across people that are so clueless and inattentive they might as well be zombies.
I try to remind myself that there are perfectly fine reasons for this to occur. For example, the person might suffer from insomnia. They might have a lower functioning brain due to developmental issues. They may have been in an accident which caused brain trauma. They might operate on a wavelength sufficiently different from you in that moment such that communication seems impossible, and you perceive that as their d…