I feel this strongly, often lately.
The other Buddhist practitioners are wrong. They are soft, inconsistent.
My parents are wrong in how they treat me.
My teachers must be wrong. I don't like what they teach sometimes. Or what they teach contradicts each other, or themselves! Maybe one of them is right, but the rest are wrong.
The "dharma teachers" who aren't *my teachers* are even more wrong, of course. Like Mark Epstein.
The government is wrong. Not efficient. Corrupted.
My enemies are wrong.
Everyday people are wrong. They do the things that most cause their *own* suffering. But they like to blame others.
I'm wrong, too. I had misguided notions before about how to do things.
Rich people are wrong for being greedy.
Poor people are wrong for being short-sighted, unwilling to help themselves.
Nonprofits are wrong for being into their missions, but ultimately being pretty dysfunctional.
People in love are wrong because love doesn't last.
Everybody, everybody is wrong. When will they wake up?
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(Reflecting)
I don't think this way of thinking is helpful.
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As I reflect on my own actions, I have the seeds of many of these faults myself. (Sobering up)
There is intense hardening, too. That hardening isn't helpful.
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I seem to think more these ways when I am uncomfortable. When I'm not getting what I want.
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There seems to be a voice in my head that says that if I get *MY* way, everything will be better. Wishful thinking in two ways. First, I'm never gonna get things my way. Second, even if I did get my way in the world outside, that wouldn't solve my world inside. It wouldn't calm the mind. I need to remember this when I get into these "everybody is wrong" moods.
