Marcus is an atheist friend of mine from NYC. He wrote me the following note the other day, and it made me wonder whether some unbelievers might have a closer grip on what we talk about at Mockingbird than our culture-war Christian cousins.
But most people I know seem to either not mind the endless endless endless angry rude nasty bickering (or be mildly upset by it, but “whatcha gonna do?”) — or they enjoy it.
Maybe if I’d played sports as a kid, I’d understand the thrill. Probably though, the reason I didn’t play sports as a kid is because I wasn’t built to feel the thrill.
If I voted, I would vote liberal on most causes, except for economic ones, in which I’m too ignorant to do anything other than flip a coin (and I’m skeptical that anyone has the ability to do anything more rational when it comes to macro-economics), but the second I hear a liberal abusing a conservative, I want nothing to do with the whole debate. I have this childish fantasy that any time anyone, on either side discovers that someone on the opposing team has cheated on his wife or done something illegal, he will get a powerful electric shock if he brings it up — unless it’s 100% certain that he would bring it up with the same gusto if someone on his own team committed the same act.
My problem is that I have NO stomach for the fray at all. Each tiny conflict I hear about or witness makes me feel more and more tired. I am starting to feel like one of those people who needs to go live in a hut in the forest to get away from it all.