Common sense is the most fairly distributed thing in the world, for each one thinks he is so well-endowed with it that even those who are hardest to satisfy in all other matters are not in the habit of desiring more of it than they already have. Rene Descartes
If one more person tells me to use common sense I will lose my mind. For some reason I have been bombarded with calls to use common sense this week. I’ve noticed it both in the media and by the people around my. Why would I want common sense? I don’t want a common job, a common wife, common children, a common house or even a common dog. Why the hell would I want common sense? Those that preach such things can keep it.
Whenever someone starts talking about common sense I get the impression that they are either trying to sell me something. If they are not selling something they are trying to get me to follow them down a road I don’t want to travel. At the first mention of common sense I abandon the conversation, I cancel the sale, I stop the relationship and I go my uncommon way. I have neither the inclination nor the time to entertain common prophets and soothsayers.
I am beyond common, I have made the leap. The virtuous ideas of courage, temperance, wisdom and justice guide me. The base ideas of base people no longer interest me. I am visiting the land of uncommon sense.