As someone who is disabled and can't work, I notice that when men get together they often get involved in a macho, self-congratulatory air where they stroke each others' egos. This is often compounded when there is booze involved. Myself, I am unable to participate in the egotistical happenings of the macho male. I had a dinner last night with some people and I noticed that when the booze came, it was a discussion, or competition, about how they were successful and great beings. I just sat there talking to the person to my left, enjoying the conversation. But I couldn't really get involved in the booze-soaked macho male discussion to the other side of me.
When I start to feel bad as a result of being excluded from the typical self-praise and ego-stroking conversation around me, I remind myself, that it is not necessarily my fault I ended up where I did. I remember when I was in my early twenties, my mood went haywire and eventually over the ensuing decades I have been subjected to psychiatry. But it is noticeable in how men treat the disabled how scummy they really are and how fragile their meaningless lives are.
I'm glad I had an awakening politically and spiritually, as well as physically, realizing the truth of humanity. It involves intelligent compassion and being comfortable in one's own skin. This is the subject for another post (and I am not well-versed in this yet), but I am not sure capitalism is the best way of organizing humanity.
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