Onerous

Misconception

We don’t grow out of copying others; we just change who we copy. People take gossip at face value. Our friends say swilling anything up to ten drinks in one night is normal. Five or six times a week too. Survey says, the average is three - once or twice per week. If you are aware of the average, the real average rather than the perceived amount you have more confidence to drink an amount that you are happy with.

Our friends give the impression that most people are having sex at this age. Surveys say, less than ten percent have lost their virginity by that time. Discovering the truth is reassuring. We find that we are not the odd one out. It is the minority not the majority that are having sex at an early age. Not only can we seek the truth from a reliable source, but also find the belief, the faith, the reason to stick to what we are ready for. Seek truth over hearsay.

Missing out? Are you really? People are good at making it seem as though you are missing out. Peoples’ lives are rarely continuous exciting fun. It more likely to be nothing nothing nothing nothing party nothing nothing. Or they are wrapped up in a tiring exacting existence.

The clique paradigm. People need to give outsiders occasional access to their events. How else can they show the excluded how great their group is. They want you there and don’t want you there. They let you in occasionally to show you. Are you missing out when you don’t know what you are missing out on? This ignorance paradox is found in group dynamics frequently. I keep myself in ignorance of their matters. I revel in good times with people that I like.

Bully, bully, bully. The bullies learn their craft at an early age and bully until they die. It is nice to see them die. Hopefully, god will pull all their teeth out one by one. Some abruptly, some with a slow twist and yank. Then replace them all and pull them out again, ad infinitum. In the meantime, you find yourself outnumbered. They enlist others to join in the bullying. Unity before reason. The counter is nothing other than to stay cheerful and work on people one at a time until it all unravels. I say it is nice to see them die, but in some ways, it is as nice to see them live an extended existence, lonely isolated frustrated, dejected. Bullies are never content.