About Everyone In The Class

Post 1868:

Back in the day, the struggle for resources was pretty intense. All the guys fought over the good turf or the lady or the food or the spoils of the hunt. As a species, we are jealous hoarders. It makes sense. But I’d like to announce that I’m the exception, that I feel no need to keep all unto myself and it never occurs to want what others might have. I have broken free from this hardwired biological imperative.

None of that last part was true. I don’t consider myself particularly greedy, but I’m not immune. Here’s how I know. When something I like gets liked by the masses, it bothers me. This is nuts, and I wonder if it’s common. I think it is. You discover a band or a book or an author and maybe it’s just you and a few others in support. It’s a special club with special people because you have special taste and better instincts than the rest of the class.

And then the class comes and ruins it by sharing in your affection or affinity for said thing. What a total drag. Now this music or book that I like can be talked about with more people and the creator will have enough success to continue doing the thing I like.

It’s one of those irrational deals. I’ve stopped listening to bands because they’ve gotten too mainstream. What the h. Who cares? At this point in history, if a piece of work was done by an actual human, it’s probably worth your support.

I hope nobody likes the next thing that I like. My need to feel special is what matters. Somehow I’ve always known, ever since that time I volunteered to be the short guy on the basketball team.

Don’t be like me. Share with the class. Cheers and see you after.