The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get use to the latter.
EPISODE EIGHTY: Let’s Talk About Lex, Baby…
I believe myself to be a good guy. And I try to make sure I’m one everyday. I usually root for the good guys in a movie or TV show. I love happy endings in shows because real life usually gives us the opposite a lot of the times. And I rather see people smile and laugh good-hearted than be miserable, sad, and depressed.
I like to be in the ‘light’ rather in the ‘dark’.
There are moments a hint of badness arises inside of me. In those moments I think of harsh things, bad things to envelope some of my fellow human beings that walk this Earth.
I know most people feel the same way. I think we all get fed up with how some people think and how they express themselves. They don’t like how some people can just say or do whatever is on their minds, even when it’s horribly hurtful, insensitive, or downright STUPID. A lot of people would let it go or brush it off and turn around and walk away.
I try to be that way. I do try…
You see, there is a guy I think about when I see stupidity at a all-time high. He’s the one that I feel like when I want to mentally push a button and bomb an idiot or send them into outer space on a one way ticket.
I always think of Gene Hackman’s version of Lex Luther from the Superman films with Christopher Reeve. He’s my inner bad guy. His lack of patience with dolts is infamous. And I sympathize with him.
He’s bad. Yes. 100%.
But you have to understand where he’s coming from. He is a genius (an evil genius, I grant you that) and he has to put up with Otis (his henchman and all round dolt) and Miss Tessmacher (sweet, beautiful, has no idea what Lex is really doing). He gets frustrated that they can’t keep up with his genius plans and, with a sigh and a roll of the eyes, he has to explain it to them like they were children.
Again, I sympathize.
I feel that way with some people. I’m not saying I’m a evil genius (I’m happy with just a genius, thank you very much)…OK, fine…or a pretty smart fella….but I have a few more eggs in my basket than others. Chalk that up to reading a lot of books and people. I’ve always believed knowledge is power. The more you have upstairs (your mind), the more you have in all.
At least, that’s suppose to be true.
My patience does get worn thin with some people. Things I see on social media, on the news, in real life right in front of my eyes, on how people can do and say the stupidest things gets my blood to boiling and my head to shaking…back and forth…with so much animosity, it can be down right overwhelming and dangerous. It might cause me to get whiplash someday.
You see…I actually care. I care that people can be so dumb. I care that people don’t think about their words or their actions. I care that people don’t consider other people when they spout idiotic things, thinking they are correct because they don’t know any better or they just…don’t…care…
Is it any wonder why Lex wanted to blow up the San Andrea’s fault line and send California sinking into the Pacific Ocean?
OK, sure. It was because he bought all of the wastelands that would be left in Nevada and it would be worth a fortune but you know he would get some sick pleasure out of thinking about some stupid people taking a swim or getting buried alive like Lois did before Superman reversed the Earth’s rotation and by doing that, reversed time.
(calm down, it’s just a movie…even though I think about that off and on and want to slap the writer of that plot point in the head)
To be honest, people are generally good people. Most care about each other and would give others a helping hand if they needed it. They would give the shirt off their own backs to keep somebody from feeling cold.
And most people care how the world is turning out and trying to do something about it, even in the littlest ways.
It’s just ones that feel they are entitled to have it their way as if the Earth was there very own Burger King. Maybe it’s from a lifetime of being spoiled or think they are intimidating or just wanting to be rude and mean because that’s how they were treated.
These people fail to understand that sometimes we have to let somebody else go first, we sometimes have to wait in line, there are moments they need to shut their mouth and just listen, and they need to learn that having humility isn’t bowing down and being weaker or useless.
My inner Lex doesn’t come out all of the time but he appears more and more. It’s just in moments, like I said, but he’s seeing the light of day so much, his bald head is getting a tan.
I’ll try to keep Lex inside his lair. I’ll try to keep him calm when I deal with the idiots of the world. I’ll try to let things go.
I’ll try my very best.
But if you see me shaving my head and looking to buy some version of kyptonite to use on stupid people…well…make sure it’s not you I’m looking for.
September 1st, 2017
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.