Originally posted by bigbert81
Does anyone else have any opinions on this matter?
I'm torn in two directions regarding this. It was once suggested to me that as people get older they grow more tolerant of other people's beliefs.
I have not personally found that to be the case. The older I get the more tired I get of the same old stupidity being foisted upon me by people who
are obviously ignorant. I get more irritated, and have much less patience with them to the point of trying to end their pointless conversation with
me as quickly as possible by either saying something very insulting, or just refusing to continue the discussion. Because the discussion is
essentially pointless because it always ends the same stupid way, with nobody gaining anymore fresh information or insight. That's one way I think
about it.
The other way I think about it is that I have a kind of sad sympathy for these poor people, and want to cut them some slack. Like everybody, these
people are trying to make sense out of this existence, and they feel like they really have an answer. It gives them a kind of thrill to have
something positive to hold onto, and they're eager to share it with other people. They don't understand that they're ignorant, and caught up on
the inside a huge mind game. They have no sense of perspective, and can't step back and objectively look at what they're doing and saying.
They're caught up in it. They can't be convinced of it with logic or reason, because the feeling they have is stronger than anything you could say.
They're like crazy people who have a completely different reality in their heads and there's nothing you can say to bring them out of it, and they
don't want to be brought out of it. They prefer their craziness to your version of reality.
At that point, all I can do is shake my head and feel sorry for them, and try not to interact with them. They, on the other hand, are happy in their
delusions, and feel compelled to "help" me see the light.
The obvious question that arises is that if these people are so happy, and I'm arguably less so, who has the better deal in life? The old Matrix
question. If a delusion or illusion can bring more happiness to you in a life that (in my opinion) is full of horror, isn't it better to have that
delusion than not? I don't know the answer to that. Just don't know.