I think people need to be offended from time to time. I know that might not be a popular sentiment in today’s politically correct world, but I stand by it. You see, we live in something called the Real World, it’s a place inhabited by ten billion other people, all with their own thoughts, beliefs, and tastes. It’s not Disneyland, nor is it Sunday school or Burger King; you can’t always have it your way.
Personally, it needles me that we have become so selfish and whiney. We’ve reached a point where we downright demand that no one does anything we don’t like, and it’s just not fair. The world does not revolve around us, we are not God, and we are not kings and queens of the land. We are people, people among people. Unless we flee to the desert and stick our heads in the sand, we are going to see and hear things that we don’t agree with or approve of. That’s just how it goes. You know what we are? Sheltered.
You remember that kid who lived on your block when you were in middle school? The one who couldn’t play video games or listen to rock and roll? The pasty-faced little runt who couldn’t come out and play? Yeah, that’s us. This didn’t just happen overnight, mind you, but my generation (1980-1992) and the one following (1992-2005) have established the bottom of the barrel in this respect. After all, we’re blossoming in the age of social media, where unpleasantness can be done away with the push of a button. We’re not learning tolerance, or diversity, or respect, or suck-it-up-and-be-a-man-already, we’re being taught that if we encounter something we don’t like, we don’t have to put up with it. In fact, we’re being taught to mercilessly stamp it out of existence. We’re learning to be malcontents. We’ve been protected from the cold hard truth for so long that we can’t handle it; we break down and cry, or bellyache, or deem something “Not fair.” Well, you know what? There’s no such thing as fair, because we don’t live in a kindergarten classroom where everyone gets the same amount of cookies or the same flavor juice box. We live in that Real World place I mentioned in the last paragraph, a place where other people live as well, a place where things happen, end of story.
How dare we march into the streets and overturn cars because something happened that we didn’t like Is that any way to live? If it is, I might as well go out and smash a few storefronts right now, because I’m offended, deeply offended. What kind of pompous, egotistical elitist do you have to be? How thin-skinned to you have to be to launch a crusade against Fox News or Al Sharpton or Family Guy just because you’re offended?
You know what? We need to be offended. We need to look that which boils our blood straight in the eye and come to terms with it, because unless you happen to someday rule the world, you’re not always going to be unmolested in life. The sooner we learn that, the sooner we can become functioning adults and stop sniveling with indigence. The sooner we do that, the stronger we will become. The alternative: We stay cocooned in our sterile little bubble and, if faced with the unthinkable, cry home to mommy