How convenient, as surely no flaw is in you. You are only offended because you are justified in so being. You don’t need to explain it, your reasons are implicit and certainly your audience would understand your position and it’s rightness in objection to me.
Did you know that a very popular internet forum by the name of “Reddit” has a subforum called “Am I The Asshole?” This is because there is a never ending flow of individuals who cannot extract from their actions the presence or absence of merit without social reflection. Even more abundant than these fools are the imbeciles who are quick to contribute their judgements of them. These are the vermin that constitute a society, a culture, a civilization.
“I follow the rules and so should you!” shout the human pests. This only applies to the rules these pests prefer. Driving is my last joy in life and people often ruin the joy of it. Permit me to explain, if you can bear it. I drive primarily with an emphasis on safety and self-preservation, as my vehicle is irreplaceable. I follow all traffic laws as demanded by the rulers and their enforcers. There is nothing I do on the road for which the enforcers might have justifiable reason to accost me. But pests are mad when I follow the rules they would prefer to be disregarded.
So I am accosted consistently by the assholes that disapprove of my adherence to the speed limit. I am frequently tailgated aggressively. I have developed tactics to accommodate the nastiest drivers in an effort to conclude our interactions as quickly as possible. But simply indulging in my last remaining joy in life, driving, means I must endure the impatient, demanding, and hostile pieces of trash that occupy the roads daily.
Yet I am the asshole. I do something that others don’t like. Did you realize that if everyone likes you, it’s because you are a meaningless and inoffensive piece of garbage? If you always do what is expected of you, you aren’t a person, you are a Non-Player Character. You exist only to fill in the blanks that others provide for you. And what is hilarious is that you would likely evaluate yourself as right and justified against me, altogether better than me.
Feelings are the ultimate authority and justification is the opiate of the masses.
Everyone who declares themselves to be performing optimally does so because they believe they are right and that their actions are justifiable. The moron tailgating me is impatient or rushed, but they would have numerous excuses for why I am in the wrong for going 55 MPH in a marked 55 MPH zone. Could it possibly be that I would rather appease the enforcers with the “authority” to fine me for speeding than to speed for some asshole who is running late for work? Does this asshole realize that going 10 MPH over for the course of a 20 mile trip will save them only seconds on their arrival time? No, they don’t care about me, I’m just in their way. No, they haven’t considered mathematical reality, only their feelings about the situation which matter to them.
Life experience has shown me that everything affects me more than most. The things that most feel or do, I feel or do more intensely. What pleasures others pleasures me more. What hurts others hurts me more. What others recall, I recall more intensely. What others think, I think more deeply. And I’m sure your instinct tells you that this proclamation of mine is some declaration of superiority, that I somehow believe myself to exceed you. You are likely triggered. BUT YOU’RE WRONG. CAN YOU HANDLE THAT?
I am not better, I do not for a second suggest that I am superior. Indeed, by many metrics and some diagnoses, I am inferior! I accept that! I am not better for my failure to integrate into and appreciate society! But I do not accept the judgement of the masses which insist I am inferior. I am different. I am unique. These are not prideful proclamations, they are explanations for my loneliness and isolation. They only serve to make sense, for me, of the situation in which I find myself.
I am utterly appalled by life. I am disgusted by the relentless violation of nature. I hate the claws, pincers, toxins, venoms, and general evil of existence in this world. I despise predators, parasites, and pests. But so it is, a constant cycle of birth and death. Whether birth by intimate relation or repulsive violation, new lives enter this world. Whether death by assault or time, lives constantly depart this world. Life is perpetual entrance and exit. Justice and peace are human fabrications, unknown to the rest of nature.
But the social gathering of peoples has only exacerbated these problems. What danger of identity theft existed prior to the era in which identity was separated from the face purported to personify it? And we are witnessing the rise of a technology which can steal even your face and voice for the sake of violating you as an individual. We are not powerless to stop it at all, but for the proclivities of the masses, all appears quite hopeless.
Consider this, if you can, sexual mutilation. Oh, cutting female genitals is broadly considered reprehensible. But cutting off part of male genitalia, well we have a nice and comfortable word for that; circumcision. Nobody cares that I would have wanted my penis whole, the experts say it is good for reasons which vary with time, but it is always justified somehow to hack flesh off of a penis with a scalpel (and even to suck the blood off with one’s mouth in some circles). How do you reconcile this? How do you accept this? What the hell is wrong with you for making the effort to justify in your own mind the vicious sexual violation of a baby boy?
Push it out, push it out, and reject it if it’s brought to you. Maintain your innocence at all costs, you are just so good as a person as evidenced by the justifications you perpetually bear in mind. No need to defend what others will for you. Stand down and call on authority. You do not need to think, do you?
I am the asshole. I speak a truth no god would defend. I can destroy the structure of your life with words and for this you would despise me, simply because your fortresses are so personally indefensible. I would not physically harm you, and I threaten nothing of your life and well-being, but for daring to assault your mental strongholds, so many of you would attempt to strike me. I am the asshole for being different and therefore objectionable.
But if I am so wrong, why can you not contend? Why do your words and ideas fail you in the face of my questions? What judgement of evil for viciousness can be extracted from inquiry? You have not felt my pain. You do not know my suffering. If you did, you would find humility. I know I am worthless, but you would attack me because you do not understand how worthless you are. There is no value, not in money or personality. Biological reality is being argued as a construct in a society of shared values in which the only construct is value itself.
I have so much more to say, but I’ll see first if there is any impact in what I’ve said so far. And I gather there won’t be, so I see no reason to waste further effort.