Black hole: (n) a place where people or things, especially money, disappear without trace
For years, in moments of frustration, I succumbed to calling individuals around me who found my disfavor, “Asshole.”
I never felt good about it.
It was a rather sleazy term, with no real meaning. After all, the problem was certainly north of their posterior.
Yet it made me temporarily feel empowered and superior, so I gave in to the inclination.
But no more.
I have found the perfect insult for those around me who are oblivious to the needs of others and think they are driving on the highway of life in the carpool lane.
They are black holes.
When anything full of life, potential, mercy, goodness, gentleness or legitimate humor gets anywhere near them, they swallow it up into the darkness of their oblivion. They do not possess the ability to retain, but instead are bottomless cups, constantly needing refilling.
The danger is that our society might become so accepting of these “black holes” that we start believing it is human nature to be devoid of empathy.
That would be most unfortunate.
Because even in the carpool lane, it is required for you to have two people.