FrivilousAnd God help me and us all if I'm EVER furry enough...
I'm going to offer a preamble into what will likely be a self-indulgent ramble. Life is unfair, cruel, fraught with injustice, uncertainty, and questions with no conceivable answers... And I love it. I've never been as enamored with life as I am now, in my hopeless, jobless, loveless seclusion. Something about the peace; the prospect that all is well regardless of perception. It's sated all of the qualms that haunted my illustrious career as a teen in turmoil. (Like all entry level jobs, you quit as soon as possible unless you're promoted.)
That being said: What the FUCK is wrong with this world?! No, no. That's unfair. The world has nothing to do with it. What the hell is wrong with all the people in this world? I want to be very clear here: Not the religious kind of people; not the war-mongering kind of people; not the godless hippies who grow and smoke copious amounts of marijuana; not the prude conservatives who can't stand to see themselves, let alone anyone else naked; not the faceless CEO's of multinational corporations; not soccer moms who sleep with their yoga instructors out of revenge for their husband's affair with the quasi-attractive, young secretary at work.....
I want it to be clear. Perfectly clear. Crystal clear. I am complaining about ALL people. Every person who lives on this planet. I'm sick and tired of them. I loath them. I want to push them all down an incredibly tall flight of stairs, so I can watch their bloody, bedraggled corpses spin and spiral like a thousand million grotesque rag-dolls, plummeting into oblivion.
A bit harsh, I'll admit, but it'd also be pretty freakin' hilarious.
Why the rage, you might wonder? Because these people everywhere just can't get it through their thick, stubborn skulls that they're actually in charge. Everyone complains about 'the Man' as if there truly was this one guy, or a collection of really powerful men who run the entire world. They like to blame corporations and governments for all the wrong in the world--for all the corruption, violence, poverty, perversion, all of it. But guess what? No one in this world can do a single fucking thing without someone else's help. You ever tried to moving a couch or a bed without a second person to help? Or what about play a game with rules where no two people can decide on what should be or shouldn't be a rule?
Everything in this life depends on one regular person agreeing with another person on how things are supposed to be. A friend of mine recently phrased it such that I became as enlightened as him on the topic of money: Money is an idea. Money doesn't actually exit, insofar as currency only exists because we, as a society, decided it needed to. If I were to hand you a $10 bill, I'm really only handing you a piece of paper with a bunch of ink on it. It's the meaning of the paper, it's the agreement we've made wordlessly that counts.
"Ya, here's your pack of cigarettes," you'd say, accepting the $10 bill. You know what else you were saying, without knowing it? "I accept that you, as a person in this society, has completed sufficient work in your respective field that your employer has awarded you an alottment of currency, or that you have traded the goods and services you provide to acquire currency."
All you've really done is agree to a concept. You've thoughtlessly propagated one of the oldest traditions of the human world.
The above theorem proves true for every other major form of human interaction: government, military, organized religion (distinct from personal religion,) etc...
Let me run you through a scenario. See if at any point you see a problem.
A regular man from a regular family runs for local office. He organizes many other regular men who are happy someone has decided to take on a job none of them would like to. These other men dedicate money and effort to help the original man, who I'll now refer to as Jim for ease. Jim is now riding the support of other men on his quest to become an elected official.
Election comes around, and hundreds and hundreds of other men and women exactly like Jim, but who are all individually disinterested in the position of local office, cast their votes. Jim becomes elected because the most people have decided he'd be the best person to do the job they don't want to: be in charge.
Once Jim is in charge, he decides the town he's now in charge of would be a much better place if everyone kept their grass cut and the low-hanging branches of their trees trimmed to a certain hight. Jim writes a law. Now, suddenly, everyone else in the town is forced to cut their grass and trim their low hanging tree-branches. Most people are unhappy with this unnecessary interference, but obey the law because that's what laws are for.
If I have to spell out where the problem is in the above example... You might be beyond help.
See, that's the strange thing about how this world works. It's people listening to other people. It's just people! When a Fascist Dictator tells a hundred thousand soldiers to invade a province of their own country and kill all the people who have a certain political view, it's just a person telling a whole bunch of other people to do something. Not one of them is cosmically inclined to listen. The phrase most people use here is ironic: "No one is holding a gun to their head." No one really is! Fuck, they're the guys with the guns!
So why the hell does all of the sick, twisted, horrific stuff happen in this world? Fucking people! PEOPLE! All this regular people, like you and me, who agree, who obey, who are happy that someone else is thinking for them. Without those people, this world would be an incredibly different place.
Please think about this. Think about it in regards to every institution in this world. Commerce, oil, celebrity, fame, war, poverty, wealth, racism, communism, totalitarianism, education, crime, justice, law, government, advertising, entertainment, corruption, pornography, modesty, copyright... Everything. All of it. It all exists on the backs of people. At no point in the history of the world as we know it has true power rested in the hands of anyone but the throng; the mass of normal people; the hundreds or thousands or millions of people who agree, who obey, who relinquish control to someone else.
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