Opinions and Assholes
We all know what they say about assholes, “everybody has one and they are all different.”.
We accept this concept that our assholes are all different and we don’t hold it against anybody for having a different asshole, while at the same time our assholes are all identical when considering the purpose of our assholes.
Ultimately no conflicts arise from our assholes being different because we are mature and aware enough to see that making an issue out of our assholes being different is totally ridiculous, immature, and just plain stupid.
Now, let’s talk about our opinions.
Everybody has opinions and while some may be similar they are all different, the difference showing that our opinions have no inherent value but that we have been taught by our leaders that our opinions have value and are truth.
We are also taught to be against those with different opinions, at times quite aggressively.
Ultimately conflicts arise from our opinions being different because we are immature and unaware enough to see that making an issue out of our opinions being different is totally ridiculous, immature, and just plain stupid.
When we diss another because they have a naturally different opinion, we expose ourself as being the asshole.
We need to view the opinions of others as we would view their assholes, everybody has one, they are all different, and that’s okay.
JamesSarafin.Substack.com
A funny analogy, that made me laugh, and I agree! The world would be a better place if we were cordial and respectful and kind. Im blessed and glad that you always are to me, even though we have different opinions. My father told me last time I visited him that anyone who votes blue is pure evil; a vile being no better than a criminal. It was a rather bold statement, to be concise, and I cried later when I was alone because I realized my own father would call me evil, would maybe even hate me, if I spent more time around him and he got to know me as I truly am, and for what I truly believe. He would be disgusted. I managed to “come out” to him as liberal after I went back home and was a safe distance away from him, and it took a lot of insistence on my part that he tell me that it was ok, that he loved me anyway. I think I had to ask him to say it for almost ten full minutes of conversation. He finally reassured me that he loved me regardless, but I had to twist his arm about it. It was sad, because I’ve known for a long time who he really is and that I don’t agree with him at all, but I’ve never called him evil or thought I couldn’t love him. So I’m glad there are people like you who know better than to blindly hate based on differences in opinion.