Part 2: ••••
I was terribly bullied by a 'friend' who ended up very sadly shooting himself in front of his whole family. I've been lucky to survive myself so far, but survive I have. I've been lucky enough to find a great glee in living when the living is good, and that's almost always except when somebody tries to get in the way. And I like diversity, because it has fully colorized my life. I've met great people, people who have changed the worlds inside me. I love my country when it is strong, humble, helpful and kind. Great, to me, isn't arrogant. Arrogant people are deeply insecure and feed off the insecurities of others. They intuitively know more than most because their sensitivity demands your attention and you will stand with them for being 'present'. Being a survivor is commendable. Having a through-line without waver, can be brave. But arrogance is a tricky thing. When it comes down to it I'll tell my stories, and you will tell yours. We'll sit around the campfire and share who we are. As I get older, I have no interest in the arrogant anymore though. I've been that. I've been around that, and it always turned out a shitty, forgettable moment in my life. There have been colorful moments, really colorful, involving a potpourri of really colorful personalities, but arrogance always fell short of what it preached: that its way was right and your way was wrong.
When you mow anyone down in your car, it's not okay. When you want to paint a canvas with only white, you are not only a shitty painter but you have no imagination (or if you do only you can see it and who gives a shit about something only you can see as we are in a world you have to share). You have your opinion and I have mine. We agree to disagree. But whether we like each other or not, I've been stabbed and I've seen pee splash the wall behind me, and you've struggled and laughed and survived in your way. Who deserves more than whom? Was the civil rights movement about fighting all for one and one for all or 'is for us and then for them'? At the end of the day, we have a history and we continue along a trajectory of growth or wilting.