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"Great minds discuss ideas. Mediocre minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people."
— Eleanor Roosevelt
I am compassionate,
approachable, empathic,
honest, reliable,
playful, disciplined, a
staunch ally and accomplice, attentive, supportive and
accepting, a true friend and close confidant often valued in how, with
patience, kindness and abiding respect, I
have been a friend and of help and comfort
to others both in strategic thinking and to probe and better understand
themselves and even to take heart in quest of whatever personal forbidden
fruit.
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I am a scintillating conversationalist and a most amusing fellow and with an excellent and unusual sense of humor. I am warm, somewhat transparent, intense, lecherous, engaging, challenging, original, memorable, observant, perceptive, imaginative, capable of unusual creative connection of multiple seemingly unrelated ideas, meaningfully, with superior reasoning, experimental perspective of trial and error, abstract conceptualization and problem solving, both convergent and divergent thinking, pattern recognition, high intelligence, highest verbal ability, depth, content, advanced comprehension and insight, and perhaps therefore often awkward and irritable with idle dissociation feigning interest in vapid small talk, guile and arbitrarily vicious and picayune backbiting.
I often feel different and out of step with others, bored, lonely, socially isolated and unappreciated. Indeed, I am often much maligned. As something of a non-conformist, I am critical and argumentative, tending to question seemingly arbitrary rules and dubious authority by pressing embarrassing and even taboo questions. So be careful of being seen with me, I am unpopular!
Alas, my talent and ambitions, my emotional intelligence and relationship needs, all may often be shown by far advanced of my somewhat less formidable and poorly organized social dexterity. I am experienced with the hard lessons repeated failure, indeed even defeat snatched from the very jaws of victory! I am a looser. And I'll be a loser until I finally meet with greater success. I am a reject. And I will be a reject until I ever find greater acceptance.
Even quite without social status to enhance another's social standing passively by association, then, better by far and without desperate sycophancy, true friends and allies will still make no secret of mutual respect and real assistance.
Hence, so wonting of achievement, social standing, connection and clout, I am only ever valued and appreciated upon my own merits by those who first at all will be troubled to relate to me directly, Therefore, I tend more towards cultivation of few close friendships than the adolescent fascination with vast networks of acquaintanceships. I remain unpopular and unappreciated by anyone who troubles not to better know me for themselves, cherished only by those few who do, an asset never a liability. I am neither powerful nor facile, and have never sustained any personal relationship with anyone who didn't see good from it.
After all, we are all ignorant, only in different ways.
I often find myself demoralized in a quandary of frustrated aspirations and values and...
Seeking, always, happiness with: "a partner in crime."
So: Why the outreach of this very website, FoolQuest.com?
In resistance to mediocrity and abuse:
I yearn to make a real difference in such execution of new ideas as truly otherwise would never come to fruition all. In political activism, I have only found myself frustrated in seeking real input thereto. I yearn to soar among those truly great entrepreneurs who come together in organization and formation of solid partnership and winning management teams.
We are each and all ignorant, only in different ways. It's all in the application of due diligence towards intensive interdisciplinary cooperation in real world implementation of the most outlandish and ambitious undertakings,
-Or, by all means, if merely art for art's sake, then in real collaborative free exchange and effort towards innovative quality output.
Consider the paradoxes of group identity, as in the emotions that sports fans typically harbor towards their favorite teams, madness in the name of any political or social cause, even the angst ridden complex personal relationship of any Cuban national with Fidel himself, yes, on a first name basis. Why, religion even still exhorts personal relationship with God, in contrast to how, for example, Albert Einstein, who had such difficulty relating to others, instead strove to fathom the mind of a possibly metaphorical but explicitly impersonal God, through the ongoing inquiry of physics. I myself am friends with a somewhat eccentric metrology aficionado who, when he takes umbrage and personal betrayal because a local television news team weather forecaster gets it wrong, I express amazement at his utterly blithe fantasy as if they were really even acquainted! I urge him instead, to close ranks with those precious few he truly respects and care for him.
For, all of these are standard examples of desperately lonely and rejected infantile projection of attachment and relationship, so desperately seeking comfort. Emotional intelligence pertains to real interpersonal relationship, as in the bonds of ordinary friendship. But does social intelligence at least nowadays, demand such attachment to society as an abstract? Because, conformist heteronomy often seems to fantasize some kind of intimacy between the individual and, not even any neighborhood of long reciprocal acquaintance, let alone whatever ones own imbedded immediate social networks, but the broadest and most indifferent if not actually abusive and alienating aspects or facets of the mass society and culture as a whole into which they are born or later entered into.
And all such seems sheer delusional affect of Pathetic Fallacy, lending social reality such vividness and affect! But interpersonal emotional intelligence aside, what can ever become of my social intelligence without it? I confront hostility or simple indifference from society, lifelong. So, I still fail to attach to society as a whole, in all of its abstraction and anonymity, as it indeed, reciprocally, society quite fails to embrace me, personally. Nor does that seem very surprising. So, is this a disorder? Society isn't a person, and I simply cannot pity society whatever the injury, whenever should I fail the most ludicrous, petty and actually indecent social expectations, any more than I grieve for a disappointed loving God because of my sins. Indeed, I particularly resent cowardly inexplicit peer pressure from individuals hiding behind the herd mentality when they clearly suspect the weakness of whatever their own position. And so I actually find myself ashamed whenever I catch myself yielding to social pressure.
Democracy and autonomy can only abhor the brutal subjugation of the self into the whole. We ought to be more considerate of one another, and flagrantly insensitive in speaking truth to power. Even bureaucrats, with help, can escape their insular worlds, and reconnect to those whom they serve. This means, surprisingly, that even government can, indeed, love you! - at least so long as and in so far as there are clear channel's by which to connect, individually. But the broadest, pervasive and most anonymous social environment can only perhaps at all adore celebrities. Indeed, is the social environment really any more personal or conscious than the natural physical environment, let alone the technological environment subsumed to our comfort and convenience? Surely, likewise, our failing societies can never be validated except as a mechanism explicitly for meeting the needs of each individual, effectively and transparently. Do we not hold such truths to be self evident?
And yet, like so may others, I find my own deepest needs remaining unmet, unfulfilled and frustrated, because society often seems more of an obstacle than a bridge between us all.
