Doesn’t matter if you’re low-carb, paleo, or somewhere in between.
You’re weird! You’re a geek! Don’t you understand that unlike all other animals, humans dropped out of the sky a few thousand years ago and operate on principles totally foreign to wild animals; such as unlike the folks who work in the feeding units of your local zoos — where they somehow understand fully that they have to derive feeding regimes that model the animals in nature that are under their care ?
We’re above that fray, right? …And doing even so much better than your average zoo animal. Look around you. Observe how well it’s working…
…I was a geek. In high school, my passion was chess. I even won tournaments and placed third in a state-level competition. I had a library of more than 20 chess books as a 10th grader. Geek! Be cast out! To this day, I can pretty much take anybody in short order who hasn’t played really seriously (but a pro could take me easily as well). It’s really about relative experience. Or, relative "geekiness."
Do you see the disconnect? For the first part — about our paleo life ways — something’s "wrong." We’re subject to a Matrix of conformity or, at very best, a mythology of "proper behavior" that nearly everyone is just drawn to. For the second part, some of us are naturally repelled by at least aspects of the world as it is, and in ignorance or partial fear, seek other ways to rebel. I always wanted to be somewhat distinctive, different, and I was always willing to bear the consequences of my choices. There was more than chess. I won a California state championship in table tennis in an association of private schools numbering in the dozens. Table tennis. It’s even a funny name, and for what it’s worth, I always called it ping pong. What a weirdo I was, but I never faltered in confidence. (I’d have an eff bomb here, if I hadn’t sworn them off in posts.) I’ve always done fine and well, so my essential message is that you really want to be pleased with yourself, as I always was and am — without ever much of a moment’s doubt or reservation beyond minimal demands. How effing easy is it to be like everyone else? And trying to be just like everyone else wastes your life, and not caring about it to the extent you don’t strive to be unique…just treads water. In fact, you may have to search for ways to be different, unique…weird.
Who knows? Maybe I was lucky. But I’d advise anyone to just toss it to the wall and see what sticks. In hindsight, I wish I had been even more weird, more geek, more in-face, and less caring about what anyone thought about it. But I also wish I had taken a few more minutes, here and there, to commune with the few genuine friends I did have.
I was always weird. From the very first day I began to really understand what world was set before me by powers who came before me, I hated it. I loathed them who did that, for whatever reasons they had, and if I could go back in time — like way back — I’d be pleased to slit throats and eat livers. Oh…to just live in a rational and just world…
The essential message is this: don’t conform; and the simpleton morons who would cast you out: they’re inferior on all levels except one: lying and deception. Your focus might always be on undercutting that. I’m lazy, so brutal honesty has been working for me going on two decades. Parasites generally run like cockroaches in its light. You’ll often look like an ass, but only those with undue and inexplicable fear care, and they don’t matter.