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Wasters
Classic Gin
Thursday, 2005-09-08 | Classic Gin
| Satisfied--comatose; we become what wear fear most. Satisfied--full of pride, we become what we denied...Always a friend of the victim. |
For them I have nothing but unflinching, studied contempt.
At first I found them merely annoying; often when I was in a hurry and they would be taking their time I would mutter against them under my breath. Then my annoyance, like a wound festers and becomes gangrenous when it goes unbandaged and without debridement for too long, deepened into a hatred. It became increasingly common that in addition to asking myself, 'What is wrong with these people?' I found myself answering my question: 'there is something wrong with the manner in which they choose to conduct themselves--they have made poor decisions.'
Once I had decided that the fault belonged to them and not to myself and had diagnosed the failure or misunderstanding on their part, my festering hatred became necrotic and it wasn't long before that gangrenous tissue within me became necrotic. My annoyance untreated and untended, having become a mawkish and mottled waste within me, had become inoperable and irreparable; what was once a superficial pain had grown into cancer with roots in my very pith and marrow.
These slow moving idiots, so totally mired in carnality--in the unending micromanagement of satisfaction and comfort, of surplus and lack--that, at day's end, they are totally oblivious to the amount of time wasted in grocery stores, lavatories, restaurants, bars, etc. inspire in me the kind of pathological hatred that one imagines that Darth Vader must have for Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Mine is a morbid spleen to begin with and, as given to vivid pique as I am, the antipathy I feel for these drowsing clods where and whenever I see them lolling about inspires a repulsion in me that I am scarcely in possession of the vocabulary to describe.
