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My Protective Nature Arouses This Instinct

Yes, I do indeed sometimes feel like I do not belong in society.  I say this not out of self-pity - on the contrary - I say this out of a sense of avuncular protectiveness.  You see, I have visited society, and I know something about it.  For example, I know that society contains Grace Kelly, salad forks, chauffeurs, Fred Astaire, thank you notes, the social register, cotillions, servants quarters, little blue boxes from Tiffany & Co., Noel Coward, Bobby Short, Sotheby's, napkin rings, Duncan Phyfe, and Strads.  I know all this and have at times either believed or been able to pretend I believed that entrance into this world equaled superiority.  I know now that it does not, and I no longer have the will or energy to pretend that it does.  Today, society would be better served excluding me lest it run the risk of me laughing so hard that I began to weep copiously.  I wouldn't be able to help myself, and there would surely be much discomfort among the well shod.  I should be, as Van Gogh said of his painful visits home to Holland for family visits, "like a rough dog in their midst, upsetting the children and turning over the tables."        

ElLagarto ElLagarto 56-60, M 16 Responses Aug 27, 2007

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Nyx; Would you please field this one?

I know. One snap, and it's all over.

Follow it carefully! One should never be lulled into a false sense of security around alligators!

Well, I have the care and feeding manual, you see, so I think I'm safe.

As long as he's purring....

Protection from a purring gator? Completely unnecessary.

I think the idea of society needing protection from me is inherently funny, as is the inability to take it seriously.

You so rock!

I think this is one of my better posts. I love the Van Gogh quote.

There is a difference between snobbery and civility. A snob uses manners for people and in situations where they will best serve him. A civilized person makes every effort to be polite in every situation so that it best serves all.

I like knowing which fork goes where and why too. But, as John Coltrane said, "You must learn the rules before you are able to break them."

My case, chovhani, is more chronic I'm afraid. I don't need to do it on purpose. The threat I pose to the underpinnings of this silly mythology is organic, it radiates from me like vapors from brandy in a snifter. I am no fan of Hemingway, but I am reminded of the famous exchange between him and F. Scott Fitzgerald. "The rich are different," said Fitzgerald, to which Hemingway replied, "Yes, they have more money."

Seconded. In fact, forced into those social settings, I generally misbehave on purpose.

Just one cotton-pickin' minute Earthmother, if your society is so great, why are you keeping it a secret? -- Actually, as a parent, (and an adult child), I've come to believe that some rules create freedom rather than restrict it. And what about gravity? It's not just a good idea, you know, it's the law!

Ha!! Come and join me in my own secret society,their are no rules except to be kind to others,eat what you want,dress like you want AND use any damn fork you want too. Peace,J

I take a pretty cavalier approach to what the title of the Experience Group is intended to be about and wonder instead what it might be about - think of it as improvizational jazz.<br />
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Celainn - you're talkin to the reptile. I'll buy that you never had much use for Bobby Short at the Carlyle. But you're a human bean among beans, a peep among EPeeps, one of many bozos on the bus. You may notice this most on those dark nights in question, but forgive me if I insist it's true every day. I know nice when I see it, even if I only see it on the screen.