I had a neighbor once that had a son with special needs about 20 years ago. That kid would shoot baskets in the driveway all day long. He was a redhead, about 4' 5" tall, and very limited vocabulary, and always wearing an Auburn bball jersey. All day, every day. After school, summer or winter.
I spoke with them when I moved in, and the kid was set that he was going to play basketball for Auburn. I was doubtful. I wasn't even sure if he could get into Auburn University.
I talked to his dad alone a few times, because I was concerned. His dad was all... if you work hard enough, you can do anything. Hmmmm... but can a 6' 250lb man be a jockey for the Kentucky Derby? Can a blind person fly commercial jets? (actually, I think they have).
The kid had watched that movie 'Rudy' about the kid who wanted to play for Notre Dame, and was all fired up that if he worked hard enough he could do whatever he wanted. It made me sick at my stomach to watch all the damned balls slam against the backboard and fly off into the shrubs, or his bricklaying slams against the backboard and flying off into the road. And, his eyesight was so bad that he had no sense of defence.
But, everyday... he was out there. His driveway was soaked in his sweat and blood.
I thought that feeding this illusion to him that anyone can be anything they want was cruel. Wouldn't it be easier to accept that the kid needs to find some other more possible dream than to waste this whole part of his life?
I talked to his dad about ten years later. He never got into AU, because he received a special diploma, because of his special needs. His dad had called the basketball coach at AU to see if maybe his son could at least shoot one free throw or just be a towel boy for the team, but.... no. And, then he had passed away from heart failure.
I'm torn about whether someone should have guided him towards something more obtainable, or keep encouraging the impossible. In the end, it doesn't really matter. We all face disappointments from time to time, but I can't imagine facing disappointment for the one and only dream you have. I did ask if his disappointment may have contributed to his early passing, but his dad didn't answer.
So, what the fuck is this "truth"?
Ugly is subjective. There has been a lot of really good research in aesthetics about how there is someone who will find whomever we deem the ugliest person attractive.