I am going to guess that the tighter outfits were the ones with more
stress like guys in combat, or maybe even if they have a tough sergeant
or captain or whatever. You know, having a common enemy brings people
together, like you said how people fighting a war generally unite but
once the war is over they go back to hating whatever group they hated
before. Like I said, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, but once the
enemy is vanquished that friend goes back to being my enemy.
I remember the Vietnam vets talking about that single tour of Vietnam
thing. Some thought it hurt the war effort because instead of
concentrating on defeating the enemy people were concentrating on
getting through their tour alive. This makes some sense to me and I
wonder how and why they came up with that formulation, maybe the
Beaglesonian military expert knows the answer.
I think we are making a mistake in calling these guys 'workers.'
Workers implies a sort of blue collar, joe sixpack kind of guy, and I
don't think we are talking about that. I think what we are talking
about are kind of quiet guys who go to work and go home, and don't make
many waves, guys you never read about in the newspapers, but they could
be really rich guys or really poor guys.
Guys like you or me, anybody tells us anything, and then asks us what we
think about it, and almost everytime we have something to say about
it. But the guys I am talking about, the boring guys, are the guys who
just shrug their shoulders, either they think this is some way of
playing it safe and not offending anybody or else they are not in the
habit of thinking anything and are not about to start now.
I remember running into a lot of guys like that doing my temp jobs. We
could talk about the job we were doing, or the weather, or of course
sports, but when it came to something interesting, when it came to what
do you think about this, generally something about religion or politics
or philosophy, they had nothing to say.
Maybe philosophy. I keep going back to Socrate's the unexamined life is
not worth living. So you see he had the same problem too. He was
surrounded by guys who when he asked them about free will vs determinism
for instance, didn't know and didn't care. It's not like Socrates
cared which way they thought, he just wanted to start a conversation.
Here he was in Greece the center of Thinking Clearly, at the time when
Thinking Clearly was just getting started and he tries to get a rise out
of Joe Exi Paketo (Joe Sixpack according to Google translate) and all
the guy wants to talk about is who does he think is going to win the
Olympics. It must have pissed Socrates off.
It pissed me off too, trying to have an interesting conversation and
running into that wall of indifference. I wanted to shake them, shout
in their ears, "How can you lead that unexamined life?" The next thing
you know, nobody wanted to talk to me.
I guess that's what I mean by quest, philosophy. Not so much the naval
contemplation, seems like most people who do that are just following a
fad, following instructions in some strange book without really thinking
about it much.
That's what I think.
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