Or, why I hate talking politics part II
Here’s the problem. I’m cursed with the ability to understand everyone’s point of view. Well, almost everyone’s. That doesn’t mean I agree with all of them. Some I’m repulsed by. But I understand.
I understand conservative pro-life anti-gay-marriage Christians. I understand liberal pro-choice gay pagans. I understand lazy suburbanites and urban activists. I understand Jewish settlers and Palestinian suicide bombers, though I shudder to understand the latter. I understand service to God being paramount to all earthly things, and I understand religion being a secondary, perfunctory function. I understand the value of fashion and esthetics, and I understand the triviality of same. I understand wanting to let people make their own mistakes, and I understand wanting to prevent them from making mistakes that might ruin their lives. I understand identifying totally with a single group, and I understand rejecting all categorization.
I’m not gifted with some superhuman power of empathy. I’m not saying I feel every facet of what it is to be any of the above. But I understand how you can be a sane, thinking, loving, educated human being and be or feel any of those things. I can’t see people as simply labels, no matter how tempting it may be to do so. And that’s why political debates pain my the way they do – because I have no way of imparting that basic understanding to anyone else. And without it I’m not sure if communication is really possible.