Now and then, I observe friends and acquaintances participating in a reduction of their lives, a blunting of their humanity.
So many of us spend a lifetime pleasing others and trying to say the "right" thing. In many cases, these two missions are associated with income. If I tell this person what I think of them, they mightn't employ me. If I tell this person how I really feel, they may not do me a favor in the future.
What a bunch of fuckin shit.
The great Marquis de Sade learnt the price of Truth
When you reduce youreself to verbal grovelling, you give up your individuality, your humanity, and your sense of self. When you put financial favors in front of the truth, you begin a process of intellectual retreat.
Moreso, the favors you think you will receive by kowtowing and pleasing others are unlikely to follow. What a garbage human being hates even more than being challenged is being faked out by the likes of a kowtowing butt-kisser.
There's no denying that incomes can be forsaken and associations can be shattered by truth. This happens all the time. The majority of human beings are unable to trade in truth as they lack the maturity needed to confront its consequences, so they construct castles of delusion for these weakest of butt-kissing lemmings, and these masters of straw domains prosper on the backs of these subsidized drones.
Unfortunately, we now live in a political age where an expression of brutal honesty must be followed by a televised apology to the offended subjects of that truth. As a result, the active aspect of that truth is pushed back into a recess where it will fester, harden, and scar the collective consciousness.
Saying the "right" thing is saying what you truly feel.
The wrong thing is to express an opinion with the purpose of pleasing another with that opinion.
If you're doing that for the majority of your life, you're not living, you're participating in a global reduction of your humanity.
You're also conceding that you're a piece of shit whose individuality is meaningless and whose measuring stick for all that matters is the dollar. You've become exactly what you hate.