Hello, I used to do a blog, remember? Well, here we are again. Topics. Topics, topics, topics.
Guilt's a nice good one, isn't it? Not cheery, but you can milk it quite a bit. Well, okay, I feel guilt of some form on a daily basis. I feel guilty that I'm a relatively comfortably-off white male living in a democracy that has enough of a socialist foundation (though for how much longer??? SATIRE) to mean that I will probably never starve to death. I feel guilty that I don't face oppression or conflict. I feel guilty that I spend my time feeling guilty instead of using my position to bring about better well-being for others. I feel guilty that I'm writing about feeling guilty, because I'm making it seem as if I actually do have a problem that's larger than the problems I feel guilty about not having. Multi-faceted, y'know?
I feel to some extent guilty that I can't in any way accept the opinions of people with different ideologies with my own, and I feel guilty that although I rationalise this by saying I'm annoyed at their unshifting positions influenced by their upbringing, that is an exact description of my views as well.
Guilt isn't necessarily always backed up by solid evidence of your wrong-doing, often it's completely hypothetical. In fact, I would go as far to say that guilt is strongest when it's illogical and based on nothing; guilt based on something real will fade when that real thing disappears, for example the mistrust of a friend - when they go back to trusting you the guilt tends to fade away. With illogical guilt, the proof is all in your mind, and as such is much harder to dissolve. Try telling an arachnibutyrophobic that peanut butter sticking to the roof of their mouth isn't the end of the world. It'll make no difference, because logic doesn't always beat the lack of such.
I don't really know where I'm going with this. Probably just an angry teen defence to be told "You don't know how lucky you are." Because I do. And I feel bad about it. Sorry. Sorry for being sorry.
