Contentment. It really rubs me up the wrong way.
It seems to me than when a person is totally content with their life, then they have basically said “That’s enough knowledge for me. That’s enough improvement for one lifetime. Nothing more is required. Things cannot ever be better than they are right now.”
They might not be saying it, but I hear these words – “I will now stop trying.”
There are ten thousand ways that their life could be better, deeper, fuller, longer, interesting. They have just decided to settle for the world being “pretty much the way it is”. No thought of making an effort to improve anything. Not even mustering the effort to observe out loud how someone else could improve things.
Lack of curiosity. That’s the other thing that disturbs me.
I say disturbs, because I can’t exactly get angry with people who lack curiosity. I guess I put them in the same mental pigeonhole as people who are deaf in one ear, or lack bifocal vision, or are somewhere on the autism scale. They are perfectly nice people, and they get along fine.
I just don’t understand clearly what’s going on inside their heads – when you tell an incurious person about something, they say “that’s interesting” … and that’s all! That’s where their interest stops.
They don’t squeeze you for more details, nor immediately fire up Wikipedia or Google on their phone to find out more, to explore, to discover how this new piece of information fits into the wonderful jigsaw of human knowledge and experience. They just don’t see how this happily random snippet relates to them on any level. They never invest hours following stuff just for the joy of finding connections.
Perhaps they’ve just found contentment.