Insane

Disclaimer: Heavy.

I read this saying,

If love is blind, then patriotism has lost all its senses.

You love the sight of the ‘Home-land’. You love the smell of that earth. You can feel the place within you. You can taste the richness of the food. You hear music all around you. All the while, probably only reveling in the familiarity of it all.

Then you get bored. Intend to try something new. Too much unfamiliarity and you want to cringe back to the familiar.

But in all the process, you want to be unique. So you make fraternities. If you have innovation you seek self-recognition, see how far-fetched your ideas are, see how much belief someone has in your system of thoughts, see how people can resonate to what you think. If you lack it, the innovation, you join those groups aspiring to be what it preaches, or again for the lack of innovation, to keep yourself occupied and have that feeling of ‘togetherness’.

In turn doing what?

Categorizing and differentiating amongst people who belong and people who do not; probably only asserting your uniqueness. I wish I knew, to whom.

You are classifying everything into the I-like-thises and I-don’t-like-thises. What are you doing?

Categorizing and differentiating.

You back it with reason. The why-i-like-this or the why-i-don’t-like-this. What are you doing now?

Fine-tuning the means of categorizing and differentiating.

I read this notion about a ‘nation’. It is an imagined community. Imagined because you believe that everyone who belongs to the community holds certain common beliefs(that probably only includes labeling yourself under a particular tag of name_of_place(ian/ite)(example Indian, IIITian, Maharastrian, Andhraite, Bhavanite et al) and having shared a common history of familiarity), when reality of the matter is, you do not know the everyones. So with a flag in the hand, and an imagined nation/community, you are ready to slay the foe getting a sore throat over an I am proud to be a/an *. (The star here indicates the category you chose to be in, and not necessarily an expletive, which indeed could also be a choice of category)Of course, defining the foe with that classifier of yours.

So if in one stroke of fate, your classifier gets destroyed. You lose that sense of familiarity. Lose track of all the categories. Can no longer differentiate one human from another. Not even from yourself.

What category would you be put in?

Insane?

Huh.