'JUST DON'T LOOK!'

Let us have a chat you and I.  I'll do most of the talking but I'm female....it's part of my genetic makeup to be a better oral communicator than you.  You.  Are.  Part.  Of.  This.  You are part of the problem masking itself behind a self-righteous ideology of contempt for those you think lower on the sanctimony scale.  This mask you wear appears honest in its message and truthful in its delivery.  Au contraire mon frere.  We cannot escape the truth of where our society is now.  We idolize those that have not deserved it and forget those that do for a flashier headline.  We are consumed by the medias message of beauty, success, passion and power.  Look beyond.  Look into yourself.  The Simpsons writers in their timeless wisdom created a Halloween episode in which all of their towns mascots and iconic figures came to gigantic life and wreaked havoc on it's people...until!  Paul Anka and his melodic message of 'Just Don't Look' saved the day.  Do not pay attention to these people made famous and popular by sheer sex-crazed, violent or outlandish behavior.  For generations we have created stars out of nothing more than by paying attention to them.  That includes sitting cross-legged on your soap box preaching distaste and malice in their general direction while simultaneously promoting their behavior!  If you are passionate about climate change, Preach!  If you are concerned in the manner in which our farmers are being cut out of the picture for a more efficient yet toxic method of harvesting our meal, PREACH!  You can choose to not participate.  Or, you can further the Spearyruskardashahiltons of the world by spouting your message of truth attached to a picture of the whole contradictory mess.  Telling people what not to pay attention to by posting pics of such examples is part of the problem.  Right now I'm part of it too in reprimanding those that don't fucking get it.  I'm too old and far too angry to sit idly by when I see a wrong that demands a right.  You are not helping.  You merely perpetuate the illusion of providing another way, another choice, a better alternative to us broken individuals.  Alas, you merely provide a covert forum for more garbage and distraction.  This is the only time I will speak of the idiots in the world who literally contribute less than nothing.  They teach our kids that only your body matters in this world and to have a brain is counteractive.  I didn't even know about the 'Achy Breaky Cyrus Mistaky' until I saw posts on ridiculous facebook about her behavior.  I wish I didn't know who these people were.  Unfortunately our times are about being connected to everyone everywhere all the time.  That includes those who don't deserve our attention or support.  Don't look.  Stop giving your time and attention to ass-shaking, giant foam finger fucking, half nude idiocy.  Even if you are trying to send a message about Syria while condemning the scantily clad exploits of Lady Gaga's latest trip to England(had to look that up to provide another example cuz who gives a shit about any of them), you are lending a hand to their ability to reach people.  Maybe you don't know what you do.  Maybe you are innocently trying to save the world through meme's and posts and the like.  Why not spend less time watching the headlines?  Make your own? Maybe this entry is self-righteous.  Maybe I too am to blame for the state of where our priorities rest.  Did I help to spawn Hannah Montana's career by listening to her dad's record when I was a kid?  I let in the mournful sounds of insipid country and now this?  This poor young woman attempting to make a name for herself by the only way she knows and sees how?  Teach your fucking kids to stop looking.  These people feed on attention and attention alone.  Sure, if we stop looking, some crazy goddamn shit will transpire....and then eventually, cease to.  Without our consent I do dare admit that this garbage would stop and we could go on worrying about the stuff that concerns us all.  Focus on those you love and the things that make a difference.  Combining truth with false behaviors only solidifies how far reaching this bullshit has become.  Pull yourself out...mostly from your ass, and pay attention to reality.  It's a far more entertaining distraction.

A Success Story!

Air in my lungs.  A full belly.  Hard earned friendships, though few but so very cherished.  Healthy family.  A large and smooth shit first thing in the morning that leaves not a trace of its existence behind.  I don't believe ambition is something we're born with.  It's learned.  Adapted.  Then jammed down our throats as we age until our dreams are tainted nightmarish versions of happier times.  Perhaps ambition isn't the term I yearn for...no, the word I'm searching for is harsher, colder, more cut-throat.  The kind of sounding word that sticks in your throat and hurts on the way down.  It's a positive thing to look for purpose.  To desire.  To have an appetite for things, anything, is crucial.  Maybe it's just the type of ambition I'm trying to describe.  We're told very early on to 'be somebody.'  'Be someone.'  Aren't I?  Do I need a career hawking wares to achieve 'someone' status?  The status of having a title, a label, a neat box to fit into so when making small talk I can fit in?  Ah, status.  Perhaps that's the abhorred word I am hunting down.  I have an old computer by today's standards.  I love it.  It craps out.  Crashes sometimes.  Slow as fuck.  It always comes back and it serves the purpose I require of it.  I don't need a new one because this one is old.  It functions and that's all anyone needs.  I refuse to buy in(literally cuz that's seemingly what's necessary to be acknowledged in our consumerist society).  I refuse to replace that which could serve me still.  Maybe I'm just getting old and my attachment to that which exists inanimately grows on me like moss on a shady river rock.  I long for things, sure.  I long to be a better person everyday.  I long for other people to be better people....every fucking day.  I make strides to do good.  To be good.  I don't want to be a part of the problem.  I own enough slaves already with my six year old computer.  Hopefully they died long ago of aids and I can dispose of at least one element of guilt.  What?!  I didn't give them the HIV.

I can't work retail/sales anymore.  It's evil.  Surely part of the problem if not the catalyst for most of life's unhappiness.  We don't need to be shown what to buy.  We need to stop buying.  Stop buying in.  A new system is required for all that nasty shit to dissipate and if I had the answer for fuck sake, I would share it with you all.  I don't.  So in the meantime, I choose not to buy what i don't need and trust me friends, I don't need a lot.  If we had fewer choices to consume, we'd consume less.  We'd be less traumatized when we went out into the world and even those I work against would benefit.  It's true.  With so many options in front of us, we buy less and feel more turmoil.  We can't decide between 300 different olive oils so we choose none.  Less choice would benefit us all.  Especially when it comes to the products we don't actually need.

The nagging voice of R. Lee Ermey in my head dictates that I should 'BE MORE STUPID!  DO MORE STUPID!  GODDAMN SON, DON'T BE SO STUPID!'   The baby-boomers didn't mean to leave us with this as their legacy but here we are.  The women left the homes, the men, seem born emasculated and the children wander in a daze wondering how they can achieve all that they can to be the best darn so and so they can be.  Don't be the best.  Just do good.  Do good everyday.  Be good...everyday.  Wet your appetite on them there crackers.  I feel insatiable some days.  Getting what I want all the time has made me this way.  I've been spoiled and nothing I get will every sate me long.  I am the hungriest of all hungryhungry hippos.  I hate it.  I spend time being grateful but always with the wanting more....more....MORE!  I want to be settled in my joy.  Not always looking for the next best thing, person, day.  Just being good, doing good and accepting that being present in that is enough.  I am a piece of kelp being tossed perpetually by an ocean wave against a sandy shore.  Forever stretching out towards the sandy beach but as soon as I touch the earth the next wave picks me up and moves me up and away once more.  I never leave this spot but I'm always moving.  Going nowhere but a part of it all.  There is calmness in that and great frustration.  The goal I suppose is to merge the two and be grateful for whatever part I play, no matter it's degree of perceived prosperity.