I Don't Speak Bullshit

I was at the coffee house and there was

a table with five people at it, three of

whom I knew. I got my coffee and moved

a chair to the doorway so I could smoke.

The table was lively with discussion. As

I was about to leave, Don, whom I knew, 

said: "What's the matter...not social? Don't

want to join us?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't speak bullshit."

They all heard that, and there was some 

reaction. Don said: "That was a pretty 

snarky thing to say...you think you're

better than us?"

"It's not that...maybe if I explained myself,

you'd understand." One woman left in a 

huff...the others remained.

"You're all adults...went through the growth

process...had your share of challenges..

now you're somewhere in the middle of 

your lives. You have some problems to 

deal with, you experience some joys, and

you probably have some plans you want to

execute..am I right so far?

It's all bullshit...it has not much to do with 

the importance of life. When you were 

young, you might have thought about 

the meaning of life, contemplated what life,

in fact, was...but then you got busy. You 

got involved in various ways and were

captivated by the process. Instead of 

remaining curious and making some effort

to understand life, you took it for granted.

Hence, bullshit ensued...the bullshit of self

importance and the meaningfulness of the

trivial details which caused you to lose the

sense of life itself. So, whatever comes 

out of your mouths is an expression of 

that bullshit. I don't have time for that."

"That sounds pretty arrogant," said Don.

"Hey, don't blame me...blame the truth...

that thing you only have a use for when

it seems helpful and seems to agree

with your conceptions."

I left then. The table was quiet as I was

leaving.