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That’s how well Peter Birkenhead nailed it in a Salon article about self-doubt:

But our generation has erected a culture that confuses happiness with a lack of discomfort, and leadership with an almost psychotic form of false optimism. We have ingeniously insulated ourselves from self-scrutiny and fear. We tuck ourselves away in gated communities, hibernate in food courts, or sleep in front of televisions, swathed in layer upon layer of soft and soporific comfort to protect ourselves from the bracing draft of doubt. We can barely feel our own culture anymore.

Beautiful, man. Beautiful.

Anywho, to actually add something to his piece, I’d like to say that my personal insulation has puncture holes all throughout. I see crazy shit like this on YouTube (fixed, thanks, Marquis) and I realize that at any moment, something similar could happen to myself or someone I love. Now, I wouldn’t say I’m afraid of something like that happening, but I’m aware it could happen, and that changes my perspective.

This is similar to those instances where someone does some stupid shit while driving and I call them out on it. My last incident on the road involved someone almost running a stop sign. I slowed to a stop in the middle of the road, rolled down my window and stared at the two guys sitting in the front of a beat up Cadillac. The driver got out and said something to the effect of, “Mother fucker if you don’t get the hell out the way I swear on my mom I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

I didn’t blink.

Instead I lit up my tires and watched as the former bad ass grew an expression of surprise and stepped back.

He didn’t follow me.

Here’s how I see situations like that: if you really want to kill me over something silly, your head is in the wrong place, and there’s nothing I can do about that.

PS: The video I linked to was filmed in Las Vegas. Looks like it was taken in the parking lot of the big General store on Sahara and Las Vegas Blvd.