More of a personal philosophy. I like my fellow man/men to be well-off and happy and they can do what they like, but by all means I do not want to be a part of them (as a collective) nor am I unduly bothered by the way they or do not do things (whether it's chrome hardware or golf clubs), the majority is no benchmark for me except for how I do not want to be. I'm a benevolent-towards-the-collective autist. My aim is not to be better than others, just different. I wallow in my insulated individuality. And my personal experience is that the collective is generally fine with my approach, they scratch their heads, shrug their soldiers and move on, all the best to them. Uwe was always odd and has chosen to remain so, he wishes the rest of the world a happy life but please don't call.
I developed that as a child, I experienced early on that you can remove yourself from the rat race in total by just ignoring it/blending it out - voilà, it's not even there anymore. I had no chance of competing in being normal (I was never good at anything other people tended to be good at) so I chose being singular - and without competition. I find being part of a majority generally disconcerting.
Reading this I'm probably a curious mix of Ayn Rand and Karl Marx!
A walking-talking dialecticism.
Edith says:
"You're nice with everyone only because basically you don't really give a damn what people think of you. You have your own bubble." And she is convinced that I'm semi-autistic and only let a few people into my kingdom whose openening hours are largely unclear to the public. Admission discretionary.
I have the Doobies' What a Fool Believes running on my office stereo just now - I used to hate that song, but these days I marvel at the harmonies, I'm a weirdo alright!
