Ignorance

Don't you just absolutely hate it when someone thinks that they know more than you, when the fact is that they are completely ignorant, and yet they still act like an arrogant... Well, you get my drift.

Age is but a number, correct? Not so, in the minds of those older than yourself. To them, age is the one thing they cling to, the one thing they have against you that makes them seem more powerful and wise and worth listening to. At least with the idiotic ones. And then once they are finished acting all high and mighty towards you, they sigh and say, oh, if only that person could understand. If only you could understand? That kind of comment stimulates the burning of anger, a burning that certainly could overpower the burning that said idiot felt as the wisps of power ran through their body. And yet they act as though they are not afraid, for who would dare touch them, dare raise a hand against them?

This post is a meaningless one, one provoked by the anger I feel after an encounter with an idiot as was previously described. I promised that I wouldn't let these brief periods of emotion get to me, that I would remain aloof in this blog. But I'm only human. Surely everyone can see that. I need something that can act as an outlet to these terrible emotions that dare to have control over me, and I'm pleased that at least I have found an outlet that allows me to talk rather than to act.

However, I will use this as an excuse to explain emotions. Then my post would not have been completely wasted, correct? I sure hope so.

Emotions. Some emotions people embrace, and others they repel. Clearly. Some emotions people stifle, others they aren't afraid to show off. That though, of course, varies with the person in question. Sometimes even the pleasant emotions people attempt to stifle around others. Why? Because emotions are weaknesses. They take control of your body and your mind, they influence you more than you know. They cause you to have memories and relationships. They even cause you to have certain conditions, like obesity. They are the ultimate dictators.

Why would I waste time talking about them? Well, for one thing, I didn't want this post to be a completely wasted one and emotions were the things closest related to what I was talking about. But also for a completely different reason. I crave power. Power, influence. I desire it most desperately, I'm not afraid to admit. And emotions are the biggest obstacles standing in my way. Think about it. What if all I wanted was power and ignored all other emotions, for that wanting is indeed in itself an emotion. But all other emotions I tossed in the trash, and focused solely on the craving for power. I'd murder, I'd torture, I'd burn, I'd do anything and everything to get power. But that's where emotions step in. I can't do all those things, not without feeling grief for those I killed, feeling hesitant to burn and destroy, for what if I were one of those people burning up in that fire? And even if you try to ignore them, they're still always there. You can't just kill them like you would kill others. It's impossible. You want to be the ultimate dictator? Well, too bad, because you never, ever will, for emotions still own you. They still control you.

That is all, for now. Maybe I'll add more to this post later, but I think my made my point clear. And perhaps someone will understand what I'm trying to have understood. Perhaps others have even felt the same. And not just with power, for that was merely an example, but in other aspects of life as well.