YouTube algorithms occasionally send me a video with a title like the above. I recall Jean Paul Sartre’s No Exit, a play featuring a small group of bickering people in what turns out to be the waiting room for Hell. By the end they realize they’re already in Hell, their punishment is being trapped in this small room with each other for eternity. That’s Hell, suckers, relentless people all around you in a room with no exit.

The best moments in life, outside of whatever joy and solace we take from our own solitary pursuits, (this joy and solace is nothing to sneeze at, I am digging it right now as I write), involve our connections with others. There is nothing like sharing a good laugh, love, an aha! moment, mutuality, appreciation, a meeting of the minds or spirits, an improvisation that works, or participating in, or observing, a group event that inspires joy, hope, courage or just plain awe. We are, in spite of how often groups of us mass murder and enslave other groups of us, social creatures.

Where it gets sticky is when raw nerves, sensitivities, idiosyncrasies, vying strong needs, chafe against each other. The understandable impulse to impulsivity often arises in these situations, at a certain point we need to save ourselves. Someone makes one too many emotionally draining demands and it can take superhuman effort to remain kind and understanding.

In a short video with wise words about life the narrator says “given the choice between being right and being kind, choose being kind.” Beautiful, wise, merciful advice, the world would be better if we could all follow it. Sometimes it’s incredibly difficult, as when facing relentless, desperate argumentativeness from someone you are trying to remain kind to.

Speaking to the son of a longtime, now former, friend, I came to my breaking point about twenty minutes in. At one point he described his father’s inability to separate his feelings and perceptions about things from what actually takes place in front of him. I remarked that this reminded me of the McNaughton Rule in law, the legal definition of insanity in many states. The person, at the time he committed the act, was unable to recognize the difference between his perceptions and reality, between right and wrong, and so is not guilty by reason of insanity.

His response was to become indignant that I’d called his difficult father insane. He told me sternly that he would not tolerate this. My impulse when he got testy was to get off the phone and I began to take my leave. There are many things in life we can’t fix, and one is a person who makes unfair, indignant demands.

It was a heavy, heavy lift to refrain, at that moment, from telling the kid to fuck off, that he was as aggravatingly nuts as his old man. I was able to calm myself enough not to, and the conversation, a somewhat heavy lift for me, as I told him, continued, in a more positive vein, for a long time after that.

In the remainder of that exchange there were reminders of why we persevere in the face of interpersonal difficulty. Sometimes, if we don’t yield to emotional impulses, we get to certain difficult truths, gain clarity and find agreement that might surprise us. These things are hard to come to, and require work, patience, an ability to calm oneself, to listen instead of immediately responding out of emotion. These kinds of talks are rare, valuable, and life-affirming, and we learn things in the course of these dialogues that are impossible to otherwise grasp. The regular rules of life still apply: nobody gets to shit on anybody in the course of these talks.

So, while I can agree, for the sake of discussion, that it is my subjective conclusion that people who can never be wrong, who blame others for all conflict and fight to the death over even a small disagreement are not suitable partners for friendship or marriage, I also know that to be true. Having experienced trying to make relationships with this kind of person work for decades, with a variety of people, I understand, 100%, from reaching the same impasse over and over, and the consistent relief when they are gone from my life, that these motherfuckers are not for me.

You can love them if you like, and figure out how to accommodate yourself to their need to dominate you, but that’s different than saying my side of the story is only my side of the story and that you can’t necessarily take my word about what is true or not without hearing from the lynch mob who tried to kill me a couple of years back. Would it make my position more plausible if you could speak to the lynch mob and get their side of the story of why they were justified to gather together to angrily string me up and then decide more objectively if I’m right about them? Go talk to them.

So, yeah, hell is other people, for sure. But also, with the right set of skills, patience, forbearance, emotional detachment when needed, a strong desire to connect with others, an ability to listen and hear other perspectives, and to sit with discomfort and pain, your own and the other person’s, there is nothing like real connections with other sentient human beings. Connections with others keep us from the hopeless sense of isolation and dread that is a huge deathward factor in our bodily and spiritual health.