I’m no expert in anything, but from what little I do know…….
I can confidently walk you through events leading up to the collapse of the Roman Republic and the beginning of the Roman Empire.
I can talk you through the life of Emperor Trajan and a little about Emperor Nero.
I can offer you advice on why big Government is no better or worse than small Government.
I can explain The Origin of Species and how a slug is just as evolved as Humanity.
I will argue against you until you cannot take it anymore, when you tell me a Fox is “vermin”.
I can recount sections of the life of Winston Churchill from his time as First Lord of Admiralty, to his Premiership.
I can explain Taoism and it’s positive spiritual softness on life.
I can tell you why I believe Thomas Paine’s The Rights of Man is one of the most important documents in history.
I will defend the right of any man or woman to fall in love and marry whomever they wish – gay or straight without a bigot telling me that their actions are “immoral”.
I’m able to gratuitously absorb words that cannot be used in every day conversation, because no one else understands the meaning of.
I can tell you why I don’t believe a 3% tax hike on those earning above $250,000 is somehow Socialist.
I can seemingly make people believe i’m ACTUALLY a gay hating racist Republican.
I’m happy to call myself a sexually immoral, agnostic, left wing, liberal hippy.
I judge you when you spell “lyk dis” because it’s horribly lazy.
I’ll probably chose to ignore you when you tell me that “immigrants are taking all our jobs” because your ignorance makes me pity you.
I believe in your right to believe in whatever you chose, but when you try to tell others that according to YOUR God, they’re immoral, I suddenly lose all respect for you.
I can explain to you the events surrounding the Protestant Reformation in Europe in the 16th Century along with Tudor history.
I can spend all night reading Rene Descartes, or Kierkegaard, and although I understand their principles, I still find myself utterly confused.
I can explain why Franklin Roosevelt is my favourite President of the 20th Century.
I can tell you why I admire Tony Benn.
I can argue with you that the dominance of the American economic empire might not last too much.
I scratch the service of many different subjects; able to do, tell you, walk you through, explain, advise and argue, and yet I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life, no career, no profitable practical skill, and no reasonable path to follow. I cannot fix a radiator, I cannot make bread, I cannot make a desk, I cannot change my voice to suit office life, I have a terrible phone manner with customers, I wouldn’t make a good boss, I’m judgemental, I have a trust issue with “management”, I have puerile, misplaced resentment toward authority, I have the rather fatuous need to question absolutely everything that I’m told, and I cannot save lives.
I have an inexplicable need to learn the obscure and pointless; with which no one else cares to understand. It doesn’t help life. It doesn’t provide income. It’s largely pointless. But no matter how insecure or worried I may feel, my mind has a calming, felicitous way of telling me everything will be okay, despite that fact that I always – rather obsessively – need to be told it’ll be okay by someone else.
I can talk about a lot of different subjects, I just cannot possibly commit to one life path. And yet, I have to admit, I quite like being Futile.