I want to preface this by saying this thread's main purpose is to serve as an opportunity to do a deep dive into my own cynicism and judgemental tendencies, and be a tool of self-reflection and personal growth. What follows is, to a large extent, provoked by something @Voidmatrix told me about himself a few months ago - that sometimes he feels he's too cynical and judgemental of others for no good reason at all. Him saying that made me realize the same exact thing about myself.
Over the years and with the help of psychedelics, I have grown inreasingly accepting of other people and their choices, regardless of the extent to which they align with my own views and opinions. Regretfully, I have also allowed myself to refuse that same acceptance in some cases, and still occasionally slip up to this very day. But I know it's a process, not something you achieve once and from that point onward the issue disappears. It's a fire that requires tending to and rekindling. And I want this post to, in a sense, be a fresh new batch of fuel for that fire of mine (and, hopefully, yours too).
To provide a frame of reference and an example to follow, I will use a specific genre of music that's quite popular in the Balkans, called "chalga". You're free to look it up on youtube, though I would not recommend that Over the years, it has evolved from a niche music genre that a specific subset of people like, to unfortunately being at the core of the culture throughout most of my country. It spread like a virus, like a degrading rot, and has now infected 90% of the youth in a way I find disappointing, to put it lightly. It's an offshoot of Serbian pop-folk music which I have always considered a particularly unsavory auditory experience. You can also very frequently find it accompanying situations and events of what I would respectfully call "lower vibrational states". To put it simply - I hate it with a passion, and I associate it with low intelligence and immaturity.
And in saying that latter part, I shine a light on a dangerous assumption I automatically defer to - that those who indulge in this particular genre of music possess lower levels of intelligence and are immature. Even though to me it appears to be a rule, I know there are exceptions to every rule, and there are intelligent people out there that enjoy listening to chalga. I haven't met any yet, and every single time I have regretfully found myself in the presence of this music, I have been surrounded by people whose interests, passions, and conversations are...superficial and lacking of any deeper meaning, to put it lightly.
There, another judgemental observation. It's a cursed loop I have been going around for a long time now. It is nearly impossible for me to not think of someone as possessive of lesser intelligence and superficial thought patterns as soon as I learn they enjoy chalga and its surrounding culture. It screams immaturity and simplemindedness to me. And this is a problem.
Why is it a problem? Because it shows to me that I'm overly judgemental and cynical. I assume negative things about people based on an element from their character that is not necessarily indicative of their level of intelligence or maturity.
The old adage "never judge a book by its cover" comes to mind frequently when I encounter a person whom I find unsavory in some way. I've almost completely abandoned the idea of looks as indicative of anything. Whether someone is fat, fit, ugly, or gorgeous, dressed like a beggar or like a supermodel, makes no difference to me. Yet, paradoxically, something as simple as their taste in music is still able to breed some prejudice in me, and sometimes I have to actively keep myself in check and just tell myself "stop judging".
Perhaps one reason why this occurs is the fact that I have been to chalga clubs a few times more than I want to admit, and I have seen the people and behaviors that take place there. To give you an idea of what those clubs are like - and to pay homage to an excerpt of one of Terence McKenna's greatest talks - it basically goes like so:
Having brushed against this saddening descent into the intellectual dregs and the accompanying display of simian behavioral patterns and savagery, I have somewhat subconsciously concluded that people who enjoy going to places like these, and listening to this kind of music, automatically fall in the category of people I wish not to associate with in any way, ever.
But it's never that simple, is it? Also, I need to clarify that I'm in no way implying that my taste in music is "superior", or that my dislike for chalga makes me any more valuable to society than someone that enjoys chalga. Comparing the value of a person is a slippery slope, inherently possessive of assumptions, and dangerously susceptible to prejudice, even subconsciously.
Life never seems to be black or white, but instead a gradient. Time and again when I experience those cynical moments, I have to remind myself to be more open-hearted, more accepting, less judgemental and critical of people whom I know nothing about. People who might be fighting battles within that I would never survive.
In those moments when I slip up and let myself be vitrolic, I quickly get hit with impostor syndrome - am I really as good a person as I think I am, when I let myself be cynical and judgmental? Or am I living in some kind of self-inflicted illusion of being "good"? Going back a few rows, it's never that simple. I have my good sides, and I have my bad ones, as any human does. And it is my duty to nourish the good in me, while I work on starving away the bad.
To be more loving and accepting, and less venomous and bitter. Even in those moments when life has kicked me down, I have to remind myself to be better and to resist being hateful.
And having amazing people like you all to inspire me to be a better person is so, so, so powerful. Void has been such a blessing in my life, for even in his most difficult moments, he's always had his heart open to me and shown me unconditional love and support. So I aspire to be more like him, and to give the world something in return.
How do you all deal with this? What keeps you in check? What derails you? Tell me how you feel.
With love and humility,
Nydex
Over the years and with the help of psychedelics, I have grown inreasingly accepting of other people and their choices, regardless of the extent to which they align with my own views and opinions. Regretfully, I have also allowed myself to refuse that same acceptance in some cases, and still occasionally slip up to this very day. But I know it's a process, not something you achieve once and from that point onward the issue disappears. It's a fire that requires tending to and rekindling. And I want this post to, in a sense, be a fresh new batch of fuel for that fire of mine (and, hopefully, yours too).
To provide a frame of reference and an example to follow, I will use a specific genre of music that's quite popular in the Balkans, called "chalga". You're free to look it up on youtube, though I would not recommend that Over the years, it has evolved from a niche music genre that a specific subset of people like, to unfortunately being at the core of the culture throughout most of my country. It spread like a virus, like a degrading rot, and has now infected 90% of the youth in a way I find disappointing, to put it lightly. It's an offshoot of Serbian pop-folk music which I have always considered a particularly unsavory auditory experience. You can also very frequently find it accompanying situations and events of what I would respectfully call "lower vibrational states". To put it simply - I hate it with a passion, and I associate it with low intelligence and immaturity.
And in saying that latter part, I shine a light on a dangerous assumption I automatically defer to - that those who indulge in this particular genre of music possess lower levels of intelligence and are immature. Even though to me it appears to be a rule, I know there are exceptions to every rule, and there are intelligent people out there that enjoy listening to chalga. I haven't met any yet, and every single time I have regretfully found myself in the presence of this music, I have been surrounded by people whose interests, passions, and conversations are...superficial and lacking of any deeper meaning, to put it lightly.
There, another judgemental observation. It's a cursed loop I have been going around for a long time now. It is nearly impossible for me to not think of someone as possessive of lesser intelligence and superficial thought patterns as soon as I learn they enjoy chalga and its surrounding culture. It screams immaturity and simplemindedness to me. And this is a problem.
Why is it a problem? Because it shows to me that I'm overly judgemental and cynical. I assume negative things about people based on an element from their character that is not necessarily indicative of their level of intelligence or maturity.
The old adage "never judge a book by its cover" comes to mind frequently when I encounter a person whom I find unsavory in some way. I've almost completely abandoned the idea of looks as indicative of anything. Whether someone is fat, fit, ugly, or gorgeous, dressed like a beggar or like a supermodel, makes no difference to me. Yet, paradoxically, something as simple as their taste in music is still able to breed some prejudice in me, and sometimes I have to actively keep myself in check and just tell myself "stop judging".
Perhaps one reason why this occurs is the fact that I have been to chalga clubs a few times more than I want to admit, and I have seen the people and behaviors that take place there. To give you an idea of what those clubs are like - and to pay homage to an excerpt of one of Terence McKenna's greatest talks - it basically goes like so:
Walk in there and you will discover an appeal to the level of intellect that makes what's going on in television advertisements look like a meeting of the Chinese Academy of Sciences' brightest minds.
Having brushed against this saddening descent into the intellectual dregs and the accompanying display of simian behavioral patterns and savagery, I have somewhat subconsciously concluded that people who enjoy going to places like these, and listening to this kind of music, automatically fall in the category of people I wish not to associate with in any way, ever.
But it's never that simple, is it? Also, I need to clarify that I'm in no way implying that my taste in music is "superior", or that my dislike for chalga makes me any more valuable to society than someone that enjoys chalga. Comparing the value of a person is a slippery slope, inherently possessive of assumptions, and dangerously susceptible to prejudice, even subconsciously.
Life never seems to be black or white, but instead a gradient. Time and again when I experience those cynical moments, I have to remind myself to be more open-hearted, more accepting, less judgemental and critical of people whom I know nothing about. People who might be fighting battles within that I would never survive.
In those moments when I slip up and let myself be vitrolic, I quickly get hit with impostor syndrome - am I really as good a person as I think I am, when I let myself be cynical and judgmental? Or am I living in some kind of self-inflicted illusion of being "good"? Going back a few rows, it's never that simple. I have my good sides, and I have my bad ones, as any human does. And it is my duty to nourish the good in me, while I work on starving away the bad.
To be more loving and accepting, and less venomous and bitter. Even in those moments when life has kicked me down, I have to remind myself to be better and to resist being hateful.
And having amazing people like you all to inspire me to be a better person is so, so, so powerful. Void has been such a blessing in my life, for even in his most difficult moments, he's always had his heart open to me and shown me unconditional love and support. So I aspire to be more like him, and to give the world something in return.
How do you all deal with this? What keeps you in check? What derails you? Tell me how you feel.
With love and humility,
Nydex
Last edited: