If you’ve gotten into the habit of questioning everything, then maybe you’ve become an Old Cynic. Welcome my friend.
When I was a kid, if somebody was a bit ‘anti’, they’d call him an ‘Old Cynic’, and I used to wonder what made him that way. But now I understand! …
It’s all a fix, a sham, a hoodwink, a…. conspiracy? Too far?
What is an Old Cynic?
Yes, the dictionary talks about somebody who believes that others are disingenuous and only act with their own self-interests in mind.
But to me, a cynic is somebody who doesn’t believe in the utopic social dream, often mischievously sold to the masses, by those who stand to benefit most from the consequence of their actions.
A cynic is somebody who questions, Why?
Why did a member of the Clique at work, get the promotion? Why do politicians who appear to know each other personally, pretend to be adversaries? Why do News Reporters offer opinion, instead of simply reporting current events?
When did I become a Cynic?
I can’t remember.
I used to be as chirpy as you like. Hell, I needed to be delusional to believe I could make it out -and hurray, I made it! But man, did that journey make me sour.
Add to that, a fair bit of racism and classism, and by my mid-20s I was questioning everything.
Then one day it dawned on me: There’s collusion everywhere.
All those years, I believed the best person got the job, that people were generally fair and decent with each other, yarda-yarda-yarda. Well, imagine my dismay when I discovered that there was a “Go-along-Get-along-gang” -and I wasn’t part of it.
Collusion is everywhere. In education, public and private business, policing, and government.
Well, with this blog I’ll be writing about whatever comes to mind, and if you find it interesting, I’ll write some more.
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