[FOOTNOTE] In Response to: bordarx454

On October 23, 2008 at 5:04 PM, OpenID user bordarx454 was quoted in response to my blog post ‘Hate Me. Or, Well, At Least Don’t Like Me’ stating:

“First off, my apology's if this is not grammatically correct, Your so called kind witted words are kind of ignorant, You are starting to see outside the box, but not to its entirety. The intellect thing to do is not think,nor care about the ignorance of others. I am another Extremely intellect person not in college, working, paying all my own stuff.... Living " LIFE" independently. Ignorance is everywhere. It's a part of life. You have to get over it. . . Wait until you experience a harsh moment of enlightenment... ( if your ever lucky enough to) You will then see things in an even broader spectrum, far more depressing I assure you. P.s I feel bad for you . . . .”

Oh where shall I start?

To my friend bordarx454, I would like to thank you for the words of endearment; I really would. Reading your comment was, well, it was really really exciting! It was precisely the anecdote that I needed to put my first post, ‘Hate Me. Or, Well, At Least Don’t Like Me’, into perfect context. So for that, I thank you intently.

Let’s go ahead and get the trivial issue at hand out of the way and go from there. Shall we?

Clearly, as you so made apparent, I can (and will) write circles around you all day long. That doesn’t bode well for you argument of intelligence. Ironically, your inability to choose the correct words plays perfectly into my assertion from atop of this oddly tall pedestal. Intellect, as it be, is the capacity for one’s acquisition of knowledge; whereas you so exemplified, intellect is not your most suitable distinction.

But allow me to be fair. Be it a gift or merely a talent I’ve grown into over the years, the ability to read and empathize with others has become one of my choice assets.

In all honesty, the perspective that I am given solely from your retribution is the sense that you’ve suffered from others’ wrongdoings in the past.

You claim ignorance on my behalf and yet you fail to realize that as an aspiring author I am inclined to exaggerate my words and provide the most interesting read for my audience. Now, one who may consider him or herself a native to the English language may have been able to interpret the subtitle to my blog, which can be found just under the undeniably large ‘OBJECTIVITY IS DEAD.’ at the top of this page. Please take a moment and review said text.

Allow me the opportunity of making a few reasonably fair assumptions. I’d like to believe that your lack of English literacy is due to the fact that English is not your native language.

To be very clear and to set the precedent for future postings, as a human being I am a very open-minded individual. I am not a prejudiced person, nor am I a racist. However, my point of view coincides with the US judicial system. You are innocent, until you are proven guilty. If you provoke me, I will retaliate. It is simply my nature.

I’d imagine that you are in your mid to late twenties, having come to America within the past decade or so; perhaps to study or even solely to pursue the American dream.

I’ll gladly be the first to admit, even as we approach the year 2009, it is not an easy task for any member of the minority class to find fair treatment, let alone respect, in the workplace, school, or in society as a whole. Equal rights may be written onto the parchment of our laws and bylaws, but they are most certainly not written onto the stone that this nation was founded. I’d be in great disbelief if you were to claim being fully liberated from these hardships.

It seems as if you are making the accusation that I live and die on the shoulders of the cruelty and reproaches of my peers. This is simply not the case. If I were to bluntly state that the text within my prior posting could be taken at face value, one would easily deduce that my surroundings are the cause for my bitterness and boredom. Having awoken to a new mindset, I was exonerated of the tyranny presented forth by society’s unwillingness to forgive each minute imperfection and realized that it is possible to live above the unbefitting standards which society has so begrudgingly bestowed upon us.

Does this mean that since having been given this divine revelation I have been relieved of the weight of unhappiness and sorrow?

Absolutely not.

You feel bad for me? Well that’s awfully nice of you! But guess what. I feel bad for myself. After all, isn’t that the mentality of a ‘self-loathing narcissist’?

Now before you go on living your life, such as we all will, let me leave you with a small task. Just a quick, little ‘eye opener’ to help you truly get acquainted with our culture.

I want you to go out into the world and ask 10, 15, or even 20 people, hell it doesn’t really matter how many; ask them if they are truly happy and satisfied with their lives, or if they’d rather have just that little bit more. Find out if being content with their lives as each day ventures from the future, into the present, and then vanishes into the past is the self-actualization that they are truly seeking.

Their answers might surprise you.

Contrary to what you may have learned in Mrs. Leebrick’s third grade English studies class, being content is not the ‘American dream’.

If one were to awaken each morning, gaze into the mirror, and not want to be any better than whom they see staring back, then their desire for self-fulfillment has faded.

Please don’t misunderstand me and assume the above means happiness is always one step in front of your next. Each of us has a happy medium that we confide in when our morale is low; whether it be our family, friends, or even our Pomeranian, Nickel. However, at some point in our lives that medium becomes insufficient and we begin to desire more. At that moment in time we do what our race, the human race, does best. We strive to make ourselves better.

Self-actualization is a point few reach in their lifetime, but as long as we continue to reach for perfection, there will always be a reason to want more.

Oh, and bordarx454. Don’t question whether or not I have ‘experienced a harsh moment of enlightenment’. You don’t have a fucking inkling of what my life is like. That made it personal.

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Trey -AKA- The Mad Wordsmith