All the World’s a Stage

all the world a stage

Sometimes you learn new stuff, which you, some time later, promptly forget. Probably, it wasn’t as useful as you thought it was. Time is an excellent judge that way.

Conversely, when you re-remember something you learned a while ago, it is probably a sign that it is useful. I experienced this with the Dancing Monkey meme.

I noticed that lately I tended to get along better with people in my professional life than in my personal life. This puzzled me. I was still the same person, right? Then I realized: nonsense, I’m exactly not the same person.

In my professional life, my income is related to how well I get along with people. Consequently, I play a role that people like, which role I guess you might call a 17th-century gentleman. People like this role – it is colorful, mysterious and slightly larger than life. Thus, social success.

In my private life, I am less inclined to put energy into my act. I have come to the realization that, privately, I am a bit of an asshole. Well, professionally I am also a little bit of an asshole, but professionally I am a charismatic asshole. Privately I’m just an asshole. I am overly critical, including with friends. I must come around from my initial agreement with Aristotle’s definition of friendship; my new opinion is that Aristotle was a spoiled boomer whose high status ensured that his friends were yes-nodders, tricking Aristotle into thinking his friends accepted him for who he was at heart, and not his monkey dance. Nonsense. Your values never completely align with other people’s values. They might show great overlap, but they never completely align. You and your friends will have differences of opinion. That’s just the way it is.

The dancing monkey meme says we are performers. It is leftist nonsense that people accept you for ‘who you are’. No one accepts you for just who you are, or at least, no one cares for you as you are, not even your momma. It’s like, have the personality of a rock, get treated like a rock.

In my professional life, I have the personality of a minor rock star, so I get treated like a minor rock star. In my private life, I have the personality of a curt asshole, so I get treated like a curt asshole. This realization made a lot of sense to me, with the only thing still puzzling me being the fact that my girl loves me for who I am in my private life, but then I realized that women love curt assholes, so even that made sense.

There is no way around the dancing monkey meme, no way to get away with ‘just being yourself.’ Your dance must add value. If it does not, you can always turn to leftism, but if you turn to the left, be prepared for the left to turn on you.

The world’s a stage. When you interact, you act. You put up a small show. People can pick up on some subtleties, but generally, bigger gestures do better. As you grow older, you become a more pronounced version of yourself, because that makes it easier for everyone to make sense of your dance.

And everyone means everyone, including friends. Good friends are merely men who enjoy acting together, enjoy dancing together, if that metaphor does not sound too gay. Thus, the eternal introvert realization: if I spend my social energy performing professionally, why should I want to exert much more social energy performing privately?

Which leaves the final question: what role am I performing on this blog, for you, my reader dearest of dearest? I guess I’ll leave the answer to you.

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8 thoughts on “All the World’s a Stage

  1. “Let’s see if that iconoclastic Dutch douchebag has come out with a novel take on any topic recently discussed on the alt-right in general and on Jim’s blog in particular.”

  2. Spectrumy/ADHD/borderline/schizoid people hone/home in on each other maybe because they sense the possibility of conversing without playing a game — but these relationships are also fragile because the people in question are so ornery and into their own thing.

    Maybe it’s easier to enjoy time with male relatives without role-playing? My friends seem to be my brother, my son, my father, and my cousin. Perhaps life would be more pleasant if one had more relatives — kind of a clan-network. Maybe life’s more pleasant for Arabs and people like that, for this reason.

    1. No different with relatives, just different roles. To some, the role of close relative comes easier than the role of good neighbor. To others, different.

      1. Hmm … maybe slight adjustments of behavior in order to please or prevent annoyance, without loss of core communication-content, are all that’s required. I thought of this after shifting a sentence in an email to my cousin to the front of the email because I thought that it would be more pleasant for him to see the sentence in that position. Possibly this is really all that you mean by role-playing for friends and relatives? Not phoniness — just adjustment of presentation? Same content, altered packaging?

  3. You’re performing the role of an entertainer. Your blog is fun to read. And you like your ideas being disseminated to a wider public. In the ancestral environment, he whose ideas reached people, got priestly power. So Gnon ordains that you enjoy the fact of your ideas spreading, which you are.

    As for us, Gnon ordains that we enjoy backing a priest who we think will grab power, which translates to mini slices of power and influence for us, his followers.

    What Gnon ordains, happens. You can’t argue with Gnon

  4. This world needs vastly more contempt all around. There’s so much to be contemptuous of.

    In the past P.J. O’Rourke was brilliant at providing it, but then he got cucked.

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