Part 3 & Part 4
Not all hot people are shells. True statement. To you who do not (personally) know me, I know these recent blogs may come across as promoting superiority or elite, quick judgment upon others...but in reality, that's really not the point at all. The way I perceive it, I'm just observing the absurdities of my generation, my peers, and explaining how it all hits my brain.
I'm calling a spade and spade. It's OK to do that, you know. To be honest with how you feel.
For starters, if I think you're a shell, you'll never know it. I'm not going to bring it to your attention, call you out. Me? Please. I'm not like that. The way you lead your life is entirely your own thing. Life your life your way, I would never try to pop your bubble.
I'm not a shrew.
I'm not a hater.
I'm not insecure.
I'm just talking. To no one in particular. To myself, really. There's no agenda. Just small talk. It's OK for me to comment on the silly ways people carry themselves, and how serious some people take themselves, too.
It's all nonsense, really. I could endlessly marvel at the sheer amount of wasted time and energy resourced into trying to look better than everyone else, to building a shell that says, I'm hot, want a piece of this?
You may be hot, I may want a piece, but, for your sake, I also find it emphatically important to show, be it even a minute proportion, a shred of humanity that can be seen across the room, not from a cat scan. The unnecessary and tiring chore of chipping away at a hardened shell in an attempt to find something relatable? No one will do that. That's not fun for anyone. Sure, its doable for the first couple of nights. There's fun to be had with that flesh of yours. Unfortunately though, in this world, there's a lot of flesh to be had, and much of it is more appealing than yours. So don't take yourself too seriously, because inevitably there will always be someone hotter who can easily steal your spotlight. And when that reality sets in, the fun is over. You then have to find a different way to trap'em. What other bait do you have?
Too many times I have encountered ego-driven personalities. They come in packages that are all too familiar and easily spottable. Am I ever rude and nasty to these people? Never, ever. At my rudest, the one thing that I could do to show non-interest in someone I've thoughtfully and carefully deemed a "shell" is to pretend that they don't exist...like I physically do not see them. That's it. It's the least confrontational approach to not feeding into a shell's dire need for attention. They want attention, they want to make eye contact...they get off on that "people are looking at me" feeling...it's the name of their game.
If I'm wrong, and you are in fact not a shell...somehow, someway, that will be made known. But in the meantime, you're doing something wrong.
Personally, when I go out on the town, I don't walk into a bar and assume that people are going to stop and look at me. I don't carry myself that way. I don't carry myself as a spectacle, as a prize. Am I confident? Absolutely. I know for a fact that I am a good person with a great offering. Do I think my looks are superior? Absolutely not. I've seen very few people in my lifetime whom I have deemed incredibly good looking. You know, those stop and stare moments. And I can easily recall each individual who has ever captured my attention like that. But I would never assume I am that person to anyone.
I don't need to hold that position in someone's life. I have other attributes.
My shell exterior is a really brief classification of my personality. I'm not flashy, I'm simple. I dress appropriately. I keep good hygiene. And I try to smile more than not. That's all I need for now. If you wanted to get to know me, I think you would be satisfied with the package deal.
Maybe not though, who knows. It's not important what others think. There's a principle somewhere though, and that's the whole point of this blog thread.
Sometimes when you look in a shell, there's nothing there but an ocean's echo. But for some shells, inside, there's something alive. Startling huh?
What a perfect combination, what a perfect purpose.
That specific shell, different from the rest, serves a purpose...other than just sitting in a jar full of other shells.
