Idiots & Earthquakes

Hey world, it's me again! Today I want to complain or better yet rail against something.
Since this is relatively new territory for me, I'll try a gentle approach:

I hate stupid people.

There, I said it.

In my book, everyone is guilty, everyone, including myself. Guilty of being stupid. The negligence of mind is a terrible crime and unfortunately I encounter it constantly. People carrying around large, vast spaces instead of brain matter, looking at me with empty eyes.
I immediately think: No one's home up there. Like their minds are in a dormant state.

Those people are usually able to carry on nonsensical small talk for hours without revealing any real information, and they deliberately misread everyone's intentions including their own. Everyone is out there to get them. I desperately work against this impulse.

To some, everything's a big mystery. Even things that have already been explained sufficiently. Light bulbs, earthquakes, people, motivations. It's all powered by fairy dust! And the person, who understands the mechanics is clearly a magician or some sort of gifted genius. Has to be! Understanding basics is a luxurious effort no one wants to commit to. Or are we just getting lazy with age?

It is regarded as unnecessary to know stuff. Other people know it, so why do I have to? It seems, information is treated as an inflationary good, decreasing in value by its level of awareness.

People are obsessive when it comes to keeping their bodies in shape, but at the same time they are uneager to give some love to the big grey pudding. Yes, the brain. What could be more important?

Yes, it's inside, but we still notice it, if you are stupid, when you open your yapper! Brain gives words to mouth! And it is in desperate need of some training!

I really don't understand the level of ignorance. The more you know, the better you'll be! This wisdom also applies to life. I try to keep this information in my mind prominently, when I am, yet again, misreading everything. So that I at least know, when I do and acknowledge that there are other possible interpretations than the ones I instantaneoulsy come up with.

Waypoint

You seem to travel light these days
All baggage left behind
Free to chase for other things

The backpack's all emptied out
With everywhere to go
And nowhere to stand still

There's the small path almost nobody walks
And there's the high road
Unmistakably
The fortunate ones walk up high

A sign pointing upwards reads:
It's frightening at first but it leads to certain places
You shouldn't miss it
You'll go places
If you follow the signs

You're not sure that you want to
But
You feel like you don't have much choice
But to
Go where everyone goes
To see
The landmarks of life

Something inside you resists
You don't want to go there
Straightforward
Going to arrive somewhere
Maybe some other day

Instead
You're lost in the woods
Unfolding
The piece of paper in your hands
Someone put it there
Meaning well for you

You await directions
Your expectations are high
But
It's not a map
There's no highlighted path

It tells you nothing

Except

Dear Traveller,
Remember,
The path unwinds
While you are walking
Have an interesting journey
Wherever you may go -
It's all equally scary
Until it becomes home