Years ago, this journal often appeared after I tried to establish my vision of ethical indignation cynical Based on the observation of others. It was a time a little 'dark, in which indignation was another target for several reasons.
My way of telling the world "oh, what the fuck you want from me?" was to delegitimize the outrage as an entity in itself, and for that I came to help some knowledge - if we are a bit 'botched - psychology: there is apparently a precise mechanism of mind that you feel the need to stigmatize certain behaviors, and according to the theories that do not want to put a neurotic one and a half percent of the world population, this mechanism could qualify as neurotic. How does the outrage? Very often it is simply a madam: we are angry because the bus does not arrive, because the employees of the town treat us badly, because the Camorra seizes large chunk of territory, because the world does not work as cleanly as we worked.
The application is a symbol of indignation, "but can you?", Obsessively repeated, violently. The last time I heard it was in my mouth to my boss, a guy obsessed with not being able to become rich in life as he wanted, he complained that the tax system that forces him not to declare the sailboat .
to a question so usually you should nod gravely and biting his tongue, because even if you start thinking about the guy's boat is the same asshole who would not dream of taking with the contract and pays you a figure cut from your taxes turns out to be, say not exciting, it might complicate a lot of your work situation. The fact remains that the indignation toward something always makes a good devil's advocate to practice with great joy: we are indignant for violations of the common way of thinking (like the law), but also for violations of their expectations and therefore it is easy to counter by shifting the focus away from the point of view of indignation. Let's take the classic example of the employee rude of Post: To him you are just another pain in the ass who comes to disturb his world of strict rules as absurd with your particular needs are not capturing them, but real. You are already inferior status, for you to need him to do his job and not him you're there. To put its weapons out of the game are those designed to disorient you fill out forms, ask tax codes, not borrowed the pen, and at the end of all this is over your Postepay the clutches of a guy willing to recognize very little of Catanzaro I have received the money by mistake. All you have to get angry, but your anger is ultimately powerless: it is from there that comes the "but can you? ".
I will repeat for those who missed the crux: the indignation is powerless. Its purpose is to save the situation, that in this case directing the hostility of the audience, already hardened by experiences similar to the the postal service disruptions, but more than that to win you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder is unable to do. What has triggered belongs to the past, or do something concrete to remove the reasons to be angry with the risk of failure and reduced even worse, or might as well sit silent and try not to say it too loud that you've taken in the baugigi.
My position, however, was to make, a priori, the devil's advocate: the clerk has its good reasons to behave like a shit, the Camorra has also better for extortionists and maybe we earn and have fun as well, the evader evades happily care if someone more stupid than he pays every penny of taxes . The fact is that my ethics cynical attempt succeeded to a certain point: to be a real bastard, or we are born, or you get very young, or how you train up to be able to achieve some secondary outcome. The cynic is often a real winner, one that goes straight on his way and does not stop at nothing. however, because you still need effort, either because a certain fear to act to the bitter end I have never abandoned me play this role has always been a bit 'tight.
What I have left is the inability of outrage, the anger of my knowledge that no one except my liver (which explodes) it does nothing. And some exaggerated sensitivity to notice when someone else is complaining for reasons more or less reasonable.
Sometimes I delight to intervene sull'indignazione others: the madam is a great social glue. But I know that something is malfunctioning, because usually I can just to piss the other person even more, looking at me like I was crazy. I was thinking about this post of
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miiche , when I first read the disappointment of fans, and the indignation of the person to clean the face of evidence that astonished the world, unfortunately, is quite full of manure. A chemical, sorry, it was not my intention to justify behavior deteriorate. But sometimes I wonder if I need to relearn how to be indignant I, too, because look at the situation from many points of view leads me to a form of strabismus in which, frankly, do without.
