Another Peeve

[cbertsch]

I almost always learn more when a person tells me why they love something than when they tell me why they don't. But admitting one's preferences is dangerous business. So most people spend their time in the negative space of distaste. That can make for a great deal of amusement. For some reason, though, I'm not in the mood to be amused in that way right now. Maybe it's because I've been under the weather. At any rate, I'm going to be making a concerted effort to seek out moments of love-giving and shy away from moments of hate-giving. There. I've opened myself up to a massive dose of hipster ridicule. As Skylar would say, "Whatever."

Comments

[leela-cat.livejournal.com]

Hipster ridicule? Guess I'm not a hipster then. I think this sounds like a great plan, me.

Don't know if the same person has sparked your recent thoughts, but someone we both know has been making me crazy with his distaste, disrespect, and not-quite-ridicule lately.

*hugs*

[cbertsch.livejournal.com]

That qualifies more as self-absorbed, oblivious, and, yes, disrespectful in my book. Hip? I think not. But I hear you. . . :-)

I'm actually responding to a number of different things, synthesizing my happiness as a response to ways of being that bother me more and more.

But I'm in a weird post-illness, more-behind-than-ever phase.

How are you doing? Has work calmed down at all?

[batdina.livejournal.com]

guess I'm not particularly hip then because this sounds like a good plan to me.

[cbertsch.livejournal.com]

You and the my other commenter here are models of sincerity, conviction, and love-spreading. I respect you and your LJ friends so much for being so caring to each other.

[kdotdammit.livejournal.com]

Wow. Where does irony fit in all that? I adore this plan.

[cbertsch.livejournal.com]

I am living with you after all. Irony is not necessarily on the side of hate. Think about Woody Allen -- I know, a strange example -- and the way he always praises Ingmar Bergman.

[elizabeg.livejournal.com]

Funny--I was going to write some wonderfully witty or intelligent comment last night about how the hipster who can't remember that irony can be an edge without being an end just needs to get over him- or herself. But at 2 in the morning post-festivities, I decided I was feeling more tired than witty or wise.