I have always been amazed at how people express their opinion on any issue, considering it a final and irreversible truth, and become furious if others are slightly suspicious about the idea being “final”. Usually people “know everything” about the present and past events of inner life: who was in love with whom hated or killed whom, who has millions or billions of dollars, what secrets someone has, etc.
Recently, for example, someone wrote that he knows (pay attention, he knows) that this person killed that person in 1994. But he does not only know, but also warns me, that if I doubt about his “knowledge”, or if ask where he has acquired that “knowledge”, then he will realize that I am not an objective journalist.
Or, recently someone tried to convince me that Taron Margaryan’s wealth amounts to 9 billion dollars. Here as well, I have some doubts, in that case, he would be on the list of Forbes, next to Roman Abramovich, and for 30 points ahead of Samvel Karapetyan. Although in this case I cannot confidently assert: I’m not professional in counting money in someone else’s pocket at all.
But people’s unshakable convictions in these matters are nothing compared to the “knowledge”, which is related to “national” issues. If you suspect that the Mayor of Yerevan has 9 billion dollars, then you are just a “regime servant”. But if you are not sure that the national ideology uniting the Armenian people today (I’m emphasizing-today) is not to miss Masis Mountain, then the accusations are more severe: you are a nation traitor, a Jew, and a Mason.
Unlike the holders of “indisputable truths”, I cannot claim that those who disagree with me are 100 percent wrong. I simply ask questions, so to say, “I think loudly”, and I try to make others think too. By the way, I have this “tactics” both on this and on other issues.
Here’s what I think. If I’m constantly “sighing” about my losses, about my lacks, then does it inspire and encourage me, or on the contrary, it increases my complexes. Moreover, the reasons for my losses were my stupidity, weakness, untidiness. Maybe I don’t confess it aloud, but the reasons for my losses, “dependent on me”, are stamped upon my subconsciousness, and in this logic, they are not a lesson, but rather, a reason to complain about “the injustice of the world”.
Once again, I cannot argue that there is no positive, or educational impetus in “missing” or “grieving” for losses. Just I think that it is obviously little today.
Aram ABRAHAMYAN
