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No one listens

     I have a decent vantage point. I see that nobody listens to anyone. Let me clarify. I do not mean that one does not do as the other says; there is hardly any resistance there. Comply, you must; right! I only mean that they do not participate by listening; that no one lends their ears. Now, before you bring me to disrepute by imagining that I am engaging in a social conversation, and pointing out some evil being practiced; stop! Social interventions are so 20th century. As a good observer, I believe everything I see. And I trust that everything happens for good (another pipe dream of the simpletons). So, it is good that no one listens; rather, there isn't any need for listening. 

     A bloke takes birth, and falls into a web of relationships. A substantial portion of life is spent among them. You know everyone around you. It is a gift of these years of interaction that you no longer need to listen. It takes hard work and time to form a mental image of the persons surrounding you. Trust the image, ignore the person. You gave them enough time for pouring their characteristics before you. So when you see their mouths moving, switch to that mental image you have saved in your head. Trust me, their irritating voices won't catch your ears. You will experience a soothing tranquility. What could a mother, sister, father, wife, husband, child, have to say? You already know! Why hear them out? A blabbering partner is surely taking you on a guilt trip. Ignore the voices; satiate them with a sultry sorry, and move on. A jabbering child is unnecessarily complaining of imagined troubles she calls "depression". That one is surely lured by the mental health revolutionaries (and we know revolutions are so 18th century), and deserves nothing but a healthy dose of "don't overthink", "make friends", or if you really wish to push their buttons, "get a life". Why should you bother yourself with such nonsense? You know them, you know the replies; stop listening. 

     Even at work, at school, or with friends and strangers, the need to listen never arises. You are never going to do that work anyway; so there is no need to hear how it is to be done. The teacher might drone on for hours. Ignore them; as it is any non-billionaire ought not to say a word to you. These teachers will either give incorrect lectures on irrelevant ideas, or, worse, they'll educate you and help you think. Again, we know that education and thinking is so 19th century. We live in the 21st century, and this is a post-truth, post-knowledge, and post-reality world! Over to friends and strangers: they are one and the same. You have known a person belonging to that class, caste, religion, or sex, right? Your work is done! Just use the pre-existing images to help you with these obstructions to your individualism. 

    There was a western philosopher, or scientist, or sociologist, I don't know. He rejected to read anything that was not his own writing. He did this in order to maintain his "cerebral hygiene". He might have spent his years in an asylum, and died in poverty, but that is never going to happen to you. So, follow his advice. Stop listening, because nobody listens.

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