Why do you pay so much attention to the “cynical observer”?

This question comes from the reader of the rasx() context Blog because the posts here are laden with “defensive” nods to cynical people. You see, reader, the professional public persona appeals to the voyeuristic sickness of its targeted audience. The goal is to trick the readers into thinking that they discovered a voice of unbiased innocence or to convince the reader that they have gained privileged access to an expert specialist. The reader is then seduced into thinking that they are condescending to a questioning inferior or ascending to the expertise of a specialist, exploiting the discovery for their own needs. When, I, the writer of this egocentric language (in this case the English language), fail to play the role of the questioning inferior or fail to fight for the assigned role of expert specialist, I am on a collision course with the cynical observer. In this collision, my Web presence ends up like a mangled, fuzzy mass of road kill on the information super highway.

The reason why the cynical observer is so ‘important’ to me is that my first cynical observers are my very own parents—especially my mother. I didn’t catch my father in the act until I was much older. The first insult I present to the cynical observer is the presumption that I know anything about them. The feeling of insult comes from an egocentric misinterpretation of my motives. What is not explored by the reader, you, is the ‘negative realization.’ You true afro-centrics should be aware of the Negative Confessions—but too few modern Africans know about negative realizations. Realizing what does not exist has equal priority with what does exist. In the rasx() context, it more powerful to say, ‘You do not have satisfaction,’ than it is to say, “You are depressed.” In the former case, you will be looking for satisfaction; in the latter case, you will look for depression. So “strangely” speaking the negative attracts the positive—and this is only strange to people who are not of reality of science.

So, my knowledge of you is largely based on ‘seeing’ what is not there instead of telling you what is there. My classic confrontation that requires the healing powers of the negative realization was when I was faced with the unsolicited comment or even a lengthy lecture about how I should conduct myself in the area of human relations. I used to get so upset about this which provided fuel for the confrontation. But eventually, progressively, I stopped studying war and took an informal survey of every person that went with me into this little battle. I realized that these people were not leading a lifestyle that featured intimate, day-to-day, years-in-years-out constructive human relations. Most of these people are obedient employees who live alone without an equal—sometimes with inferior dependents—including adult dependents—that watch a lot of commercial television. This negative observation immediately disqualifies them from providing me any wisdom about being a human being—they may have great advice about how to get a home mortgage or a promotion at a W2 labor camp but little else. They may have passionate sentiment and few failed experiments but nothing lasting. What is even more interesting is that my colleagues who do have lifestyles that resemble participating in authentic community have never confronted me in such a manner. This does not mean that these successful people endorse my every breath; it only means that they did not confront me in such a warlike manner.

But the cynical observers outnumber the active human beings. How do I know this? I take wild guesses at divorce statistics and the number of single-parent, single-dependent households. More of you are not in a family way than those that are. This writing is not out here making feel-good hallucinations. These words intend to represent the messenger most of you are trying to kill or wish away. Is my direct, explicit recognition of the cynical observer a confrontation? The non-innocent answer to this non-innocent question is no. My behavior serves to repulse the irretrievably cynical and the rest of you Hedonist, Existential Cynics will observe me from the shadows to see how I will perish along this path. But remember, “On a hot sunny day, under the shadow is rescue.” But as the day grows old, no one of The Son will find you.