Ignorance

I find that many questions in my life concerning my relationship with others come automatically. I do not have to spend monumental hours thinking of all the right questions to ask. I can see where you are wrong and need to change. I might ask you the question that challenges your ignorance, or I may choose to keep it to myself and allow you to continue in your life of blaring ignorance. I can see clearly from my high and lofty position the subtle imperfections that limit your downtrodden existence.

The questions that elude me are the ones concerning myself. I seem to be gifted in the area of masterminding my own deception. I ignore the most important questions that hover just below conscious thought. Questions like, “Why does it hurt when someone challenges my belief system? Why do I become angry when things aren’t going according to my plan?”

Ignore-ance:- the art and act of ignoring.( My definition, don’t know if it is in the dictionary. I would look it up, but that would take away some of my ignorance.) Yes, I am good at it. Yes, I accuse others of it and that some how makes it ok for me to do it. Yes, I am the great ignoramus. I ignore the questions that really matter. My deception would be complete if it were not for the high and lofty people around me looking into my downtrodden existence and illuminating those subtle imperfections that limit my potential.

I do not know who the first ignorant man or woman was, but they were a great leader. The whole human race seems to be touched by their influence. As a true father of the faith, they have reproduced themselves rather effectively.

I have many people around me that ignore their own imperfections and constantly point out mine. I try to reciprocate faithfully. Working together, we have at least alleviated a small portion of our ignorance. “Thank You” to all the ignorant people in my life that believe that they are better and smarter than I am!