Ignorance, Humility, And The Need To Be Understood

This is such a grand top­ic for me that I don’t believe I will be able to go into suf­fi­cient depth today, but I will try.

Ignorance is some­thing that pains me. When some­one is igno­rant, I can usu­al­ly deal with it. After all, what can one expect of the world? However, when some­one tries to push their igno­rance on me, not only by patron­iz­ing me, but by being so zeal­ous in their beliefs as to not accept any­thing else, then it trou­bles me. Well, first it enrages me, but when that sub­sides, I am trou­bled.

I always ask myself, “How can you be so igno­rant? How can you under­stand noth­ing, and yet be so firm­ly plant­ed in your beliefs? How is it that oth­er­wise, you’re a lik­able per­son?”.

Something that comes into play is my need to be hum­ble. Humility is some­thing that is very impor­tant to me. I believe in only stat­ing my opin­ions when they’re asked of me. That’s prob­a­bly because it’s very rarely that peo­ple accept my opin­ions, and usu­al­ly I’ll see it as wast­ed time when I try to explain some­thing, and some­one will refuse to see it.

My tita­ni­um ring serves as a reminder. Whenever I feel the urge to speak out, I’ll sub­con­scious­ly adjust it on my fin­ger, and remem­ber that speak­ing out is not a good thing. It’s a very sim­ple ring, with­out any designs or pat­terns, except for a pale gold band in the mid­dle. It cost me a cur­rent months salary, due to the dif­fi­cul­ty in forg­ing tita­ni­um in an oxy­gen free envi­ron­ment, but seems as sim­ple as a mod­est band. A sym­bol in itself.

When some­one just aston­ish­es me with their stu­pid­i­ty, the need to speak can be very over­whelm­ing. I find that I can con­trol it now though, that my patience has increased. It would be great if peo­ple could under­stand me. There are only a few peo­ple who tru­ly do. It would make my urge to speak sub­side. I believe this urge stems from a cog­ni­tive need to be under­stood.

Instead, I have to deal with igno­rance, peo­ple not accept­ing any­thing past their expe­ri­ences or past their own fal­li­bil­i­ty. It’s some­thing that once cost me a sta­ble rela­tion­ship.

But it was worth it.

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