Us Against You, Fredrik Backman
The worst thing we know about other people is that we’re
dependent upon them. That their actions affect our lives. Not just the people
we choose, the people we like, but all the rest of them: the idiots. You who
stand in front of us in every line, who can’t drive properly, who like bad
television shows and talk too loud in restaurants and whose kids infect our
kids with the winter vomiting bug at preschool. You who park badly and steal
our jobs and vote for the wrong party. You also influence our lives, every
second.
Dear God, how we hate you for that.
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Reminds me of a Bukowski poem called 'The Genius Of The Crowd':
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art