Note: I wrote this at the start of January, but thought, hell, I’ll post it now.

In the wake of a week of joyful highs, I battle the demons of post-holiday depression, and regular old depression, sinking into thoughts that ponder the current state of the human world. Something smells like fresh shit, and I haven’t farted in a while.

Humanity, what have we let ourselves become? Better yet, why is it so widely ignored, accepted or permitted? Yeah, I’m a white, middle-class, straight male. I acknowledge my privilege of which I am very grateful else I could be much worse off, but that does not leave me anosmic to the stank that infests the world around me.

to be fair, it’s not the world itself. Earth is beautiful. It’s broad society that is the problem. A ravenous, parasitic leech suckling on the teet of Mother Earth while shitting into her mouth and wondering why the milk is starting to taste sour. With the level of intelligence humanity has reached, we should be leading peaceful, sustainable lives symbiotic with the nature around us, with a healthy balance between joy and responsibility. (Sidebar: I’m not advocating we do no work and just prance around all the time. Things need to be done for a social system to function, hence responsibility.)

Instead, we’re stuck with wars of greed, tyrannical leaders, senseless genocides, consumerist entrapment, progression for progressions sake, petty culture and personality wars, cost of living crises, poverty, a bunch of -isms; the list goes on. We’re trapped inside economies that extort the general populous for labour, running a machine that feeds the few. The fuel? The hanging carrots of false promises that “working hard” will get you out of the rat race. Maybe for a lucky few. Cue your boot-licking, brain-dead, money bro to regurgitate “tell me you don’t know how the economy works without telling me.” No, bro, knowing how it works isn’t the problem, it’s the fact that it is working, and caters to such disgusting gaps in wealth and living standard. It’s that the structure is designed to be this disgusting and wondering why it continues to be accepted.

I’d love to say I have the answer, the reality is I don’t. There is plenty I don’t know, and I’m willing to admit that. Maybe a lot more people could try the same. A real lack in accountability and humility among us these days. Get your head out of your arse. Rather, out the the arse of the tyrants parading as democracy and get a look at the reality.

I once saw a comment on a topical thread that said, “People need to invest to make money”. Yeah, okay fuck-knuckle, everyone everywhere invests. They all start their own businesses; they all reduce their senseless spending. How’s your shit hold up then? Who’s gonna spin the gears of your little capitalist consumer machine then?

Look, we need hierarchy, I believe. Not everyone is made the same. People thrive in different positions and roles, and we need that structure for a healthy system of this scale to work. The priority simply needs to shift from fattening the pockets of the top minority, and back to serving the greater good. Those in the higher managerial positions need to actually care about the people. If a man or woman works full-fucking-time and can’t afford a basic home in the city they work in, that’s a corrupt system.

I would say I mourn a world brimming with critical thinkers, but that suggests I’ve ever seen or been in one. I’m not sure I have. People are more robots than the actual robots they’re developing, operating just how they’re programmed. Maybe too many thinkers are all just hiding. Maybe they’re smart enough to know its not worth it, so they find ways to slip into the shadows. That’s where I’m starting to head. Not that I’m the smartest, but I’m always trying to get and be smarter. I’ve also come to realise the general average level of intelligence is embarrassingly low. It’s all designed to make it that way though.

I’m too exposed to the followers (as if using that term in social media isn’t a slap in the face of the obviousness of it all). Those who would rather regurgitate the same bullshit they’re fed. Zombified shells of humans lurching about the world while their souls are forced into a coma, fed an I.V. drip of the propaganda they want you to believe. The infamous “they”. If you can’t work out who that refers to, then I can’t help you. Go bury yourself into ya television, phone and office job you fucking moron.

What am I even saying here? Not much. It’s more of a journal entry than anything with suggestions or quantifiable content. I’m a moron too, after all. Just a moron who sees the current trajectories of human behaviour burying us. Perhaps that’s what we need. A collapse to circle back and rebuild. I always say there’s too many people on earth to accommodate decently. Just a shame if it goes that way, I can’t help but believe that the survivors will be the sociopaths and psychopaths that got us here with all their wealth affording them a ticket upon the Chaos Dodger Express. Maybe some of those who have learned self-sustainability outside of the system. Just watch out for all that army tech. Your garden won’t stop that. Sheesh, my tinfoil hat is on tight today, huh?

Also, don’t let the negative nature of this piece fool you. I’ve actually improved significantly at keeping myself generally positive and optimistic, which you’ll see in other entries. Today is just about sitting on my metaphorical toilet so I can devoid my poor little soul of all this waste build up!

I feel better already. A wee bit detoxed. Returning focus to the positives. Watching my partner do some yoga while I dribble this crap, jealous she didn’t wait a few minutes, I’d have joined in. Love her. Remember, “where’s your attention?”, winky face. Perhaps the rebellion is not a war at all, but one where we all turn our backs on the bullshit, I sure hope so!

Vote with your wallets my friends. Vote with your attention.

May you have a blessed day and join the soon to come revolution. Surely there’s enough people… eh, cliched term here… waking up to all the bullshit. Or maybe we’ll all run away to the sticks and become little forest dwelling pixies on this giant rock floating in the boundless nothing.