Three Types of Beef

For but a few minutes I would like to delineate three types of beef. More specifically, three types of people with whom I am almost entirely saturated: (1) Wishers, (2) Besters, and (3) Commentators. (FYI - I will refer to people as sneaks, which symbolizes the same species, as constituted in BarthEganese)

1. Wishers: Sneaks who are confused about their wants.

Wishers are the people you hear say things like unto the following commonplaces:

a. "I wish I read more."
b. "I wish I worked out more."
c. "I wish I was more organized."
d. "I have always wanted to know a lot of languages."
e. "I wish I was more into classical music."

These statements may seem harmless at initial glance, yet they are some of the most illogical utterances sneaks every let loose. If the shallow sneak really wished he read more, he would. If the slothful sneak really wished he worked out more, he would. If the careless sneak really wished he was more organized, he would be. If the talker sneak really wanted to know a lot of languages, he would learn them. If the poser sneak really wished he was more into classical music, he would be. Want is actualized, not verbalized.

2. Besters: Sneaks who are confused about their work.

Besters are the sneaks you hear submitting related, if not the exact following value claims:

a. "We did the best we could."
b. "I did all that I could do."
c. "I'll do what I can."
d. "Well, at least we can't say we didn't try."
e. "We'll see what happens."

These declarations are manifestations of weakness. They are unacceptable and pathetic. If one proclaims one of the aforementioned, and actually believes himself, then he is crippling himself. Sneaks cannot exceed their expectations, ambitions, goals, and ideals for themselves. Therefore, when the sneak accepts that his effort was sufficient even though the reality of it was ultimately worthless, he is constructing a self-ceiling through which he may never break.

3. Commentators: Sneaks who are confused about their worth.

Commentators are the sneaks you hear constantly radiating the following garbage:

a. "He is so..."
b. "She is going to..."
c. "Did you hear what she said about..."
d. "What do you think he will..."
e. "What's this about them doing..."

The frequency with which one affords colleagues similar opening words reflects the frequency with which their lives are becoming absolutely meaningless. Commentators find pleasure in talking about other people, whether it is gossip, hearsay, ratings, backbiting, whining, judging, appraisal, or whatever. I can't think of much that is publicly unleashed that is more distasteful and unbecoming as those who make the theme of their conversation the affairs of their neighbors.

I hope you enjoyed the beef.