I get a little tired of everyone some times. Most times is what I mean by some.
Like I said recently, I like people. But they are exhausting. Sometimes my exhaustion sounds like hate. Yesterday was a big day for people to be exhausting on the Internet. In honor of the oral arguments in favor of gay marriage (feel free to giggle briefly here), a lot of people including most of my friends changed their facebook profile pictures to equal signs. This, in and of itself, wasn’t annoying. I mean, it was, but only to the degree that I couldn’t always tell who was talking to me. I could tell if they like the gays though, so that was helpful. Also there was, as there always is with Internet activism, a solid self-love component. LOOK AT ME I AM A VERY GOOD PERSON. But it wasn’t that bad, and I got the sense that most people understood that what they were doing was just communicating their support and that more than likely they weren’t going to fix anything. I didn’t get as annoyed by it as I have of other “movements” like the Kony 2012 deal.
But the Internet became a place full of justifications for “caution” on gay marriage. It was all the same arguments as always. If I may summarize: “IT MAKES ME FEEL ALL EW-Y WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE WEE WEES TOUCHING”
There were bigger words, but that’s the upshot.
And then arguments started ending with “Everyone is entitled to their opinion.” That is kind of true, but most people add the next step to it: “Everyone is entitled to their opinion, so they never have to justify anything and we have to let them believe that unchallenged.”
“Well we know Grandpa thinks black people have horns, which isn’t true and is a stereotype about a completely different group of people, but he’s older. That’s just what people thought back then.”
“Listen, I know you’ve presented thousands of pages of heavily researched evidence that the sun exists, but people within my small sect believe that it is just Satan trying to trick us into to believing that other planets exist. It’s a matter of faith.”
Stop it. It’s okay to tell people they’re wrong. Sometimes they are wrong.
I think people are afraid to tell people they are wrong because then they are going to get called on their own shit. You’re going to be wrong about stuff too. And people are going to tell you that. And you’re going to change your mind a lot. Or stay the same and slowly become someone’s stupid Grandpa that thinks black people have horns.