People are not ignorant. They just lack common sense.
Jo
Remember that time
when all you had to think
about was what made you happy &
what made you happy actually made
you happy except
for that one inch
in the back of your brain telling
you there is more out there? And
now that you are grown & learned
happiness is a little more
than arm’s length away & you’re looking
back thinking:
am I glad I scratched that itch?
brick wall
layered over bone
impenetrable
opportunistic
the music plays inside the cranium
echoes
reverberates
shutting out all other sound
vacuum cleaner
Ryan Lathem
She blinked up at her, completely unfazed, “I don’t get it.”
Suzanne sighed, “No, of course you don’t.”
This is how it was always going to be with them, wasn’t it? It was always going to be uneven footing. Suzanne was always going to be smarter, always going to be more astute.
Oblivious to privilege, oblivious to history and context. Wandering through a forest without knowing what a tree even looks like. Everyone does it, because the definition of a tree changes with each step, but most of us are self-aware enough to identify and recognize patterns as we walk; others assume the trees will part on their behalf, or that trees are a construction of other peoples’ minds; they reshape reality around their inability to understand it.
She had been ignorant of the way things would be. She thought that people were generally good and trustworthy, even if they made mistakes. Maybe that was still true of most people, but clearly her teammates weren’t in that camp. They were in it to win that trophy, no matter who they stepped on in the process.
Taylor
ignorant people make me angry. I don’t feel like I should really waste my time arguing with them, but sometimes I just want to spout off anyways to make myself feel better. This seems like something that happens on Facebook a lot. This has not been a fun paragraph to write, and I hope I get a more positive word next time.
lbrygk
when owning property, it is a show of ignorance to ignore ants
She was not sure how long she had been ignorant of it, this deception that had been occurring right under her nose. It was only when she entered the drawing room that day, feeling like she ought not to be there at all – in her own home. Imagine. It was a betrayal of the utmost offense. And she had known nothing of it.
zoe
They spoke of night as a friend, as something they had chosen, as something they loved and cherished and would never abandon, as if it was not their only choice. As if they did not secretly long for the golden warmth and the silver kisses of the sun against the water.
“I don’t think anyone wants to be ignorant,” Erika pointed out to the group, waving a fork loaded with potatoes as she spoke. “They just happen to be so. They’d rather just believe the things they do because it’s comfortable. It’s cozy. I had a college roommate – really sweet girl, liked to play piano – who was convinced that gay people were secretly out to turn her gay. Convinced. And I could never talk her out of it.”
Belinda Roddie
There was something about the way the word was said that made him pause. “Ignorant.” He’d never been called that before. Stupid? Sure. Spiteful? Of course. But Ignorant? He’d never considered himself ignorant. He had no reason to believe anyone else would either.
There was hatred here. It seeped out of everyone like puss, and pushed away friends and loved ones alike without care. Manifested in the words scrawled above the habitat, it was hard to ignore. Especially once you were on the receiving end.
Michael Sondergaard
identity crisis
we don’t know what to do with what we see
there’s no objective truth
or is there
facts don’t matter in a world where we’re indoctrinated
to be ignorant
truth to some is a massive conspiracy to spread misinformation
nevertheless
we persist
forget to resist
the truth of the lie
unless it’s missed
Matt m.
“You’re the most ignorant bastard I’ve ever met,” Joklin said, sharpening his sword.
“Me? Ignorant? Ha, I know enough to know I never should’ve come here.” The darkness was closing in like fog. Max wasn’t too proud to admit he was scared.
“I’d said leave, but the only way out comes with this.” He pointed to the sharpened blade.
Nathan Moss
I think of people. I think of babies. I think of systems. Especially government. Probably because they don’t think of people, of babies, as beings…but as systems.
Jae Dionne
The things I don´t know could fill books. In fact they do. I dont know shit about the world. The funny thing is, I know about myself. Or do I? Sometimes I feel like that´s not even true at all. When I try to peel off the superficial layers of the self to get to the corse of it, of who I am, I get nothing.
People are not ignorant. They just lack common sense.
Remember that time
when all you had to think
about was what made you happy &
what made you happy actually made
you happy except
for that one inch
in the back of your brain telling
you there is more out there? And
now that you are grown & learned
happiness is a little more
than arm’s length away & you’re looking
back thinking:
am I glad I scratched that itch?
brick wall
layered over bone
impenetrable
opportunistic
the music plays inside the cranium
echoes
reverberates
shutting out all other sound
vacuum cleaner
She blinked up at her, completely unfazed, “I don’t get it.”
Suzanne sighed, “No, of course you don’t.”
This is how it was always going to be with them, wasn’t it? It was always going to be uneven footing. Suzanne was always going to be smarter, always going to be more astute.
Oblivious to privilege, oblivious to history and context. Wandering through a forest without knowing what a tree even looks like. Everyone does it, because the definition of a tree changes with each step, but most of us are self-aware enough to identify and recognize patterns as we walk; others assume the trees will part on their behalf, or that trees are a construction of other peoples’ minds; they reshape reality around their inability to understand it.
She had been ignorant of the way things would be. She thought that people were generally good and trustworthy, even if they made mistakes. Maybe that was still true of most people, but clearly her teammates weren’t in that camp. They were in it to win that trophy, no matter who they stepped on in the process.
ignorant people make me angry. I don’t feel like I should really waste my time arguing with them, but sometimes I just want to spout off anyways to make myself feel better. This seems like something that happens on Facebook a lot. This has not been a fun paragraph to write, and I hope I get a more positive word next time.
when owning property, it is a show of ignorance to ignore ants
She was not sure how long she had been ignorant of it, this deception that had been occurring right under her nose. It was only when she entered the drawing room that day, feeling like she ought not to be there at all – in her own home. Imagine. It was a betrayal of the utmost offense. And she had known nothing of it.
They spoke of night as a friend, as something they had chosen, as something they loved and cherished and would never abandon, as if it was not their only choice. As if they did not secretly long for the golden warmth and the silver kisses of the sun against the water.
“I don’t think anyone wants to be ignorant,” Erika pointed out to the group, waving a fork loaded with potatoes as she spoke. “They just happen to be so. They’d rather just believe the things they do because it’s comfortable. It’s cozy. I had a college roommate – really sweet girl, liked to play piano – who was convinced that gay people were secretly out to turn her gay. Convinced. And I could never talk her out of it.”
There was something about the way the word was said that made him pause. “Ignorant.” He’d never been called that before. Stupid? Sure. Spiteful? Of course. But Ignorant? He’d never considered himself ignorant. He had no reason to believe anyone else would either.
There was hatred here. It seeped out of everyone like puss, and pushed away friends and loved ones alike without care. Manifested in the words scrawled above the habitat, it was hard to ignore. Especially once you were on the receiving end.
identity crisis
we don’t know what to do with what we see
there’s no objective truth
or is there
facts don’t matter in a world where we’re indoctrinated
to be ignorant
truth to some is a massive conspiracy to spread misinformation
nevertheless
we persist
forget to resist
the truth of the lie
unless it’s missed
“You’re the most ignorant bastard I’ve ever met,” Joklin said, sharpening his sword.
“Me? Ignorant? Ha, I know enough to know I never should’ve come here.” The darkness was closing in like fog. Max wasn’t too proud to admit he was scared.
“I’d said leave, but the only way out comes with this.” He pointed to the sharpened blade.
I think of people. I think of babies. I think of systems. Especially government. Probably because they don’t think of people, of babies, as beings…but as systems.
The things I don´t know could fill books. In fact they do. I dont know shit about the world. The funny thing is, I know about myself. Or do I? Sometimes I feel like that´s not even true at all. When I try to peel off the superficial layers of the self to get to the corse of it, of who I am, I get nothing.