A week and a bit into this dreaded thing called post-grad unemployment and to be honest, it’s not been that bad. Though, to further dive into honesty, I’ve been living stressed and strained for some time and I’ve finally tasted the wonderful oblivion that is nothingness. Regarding required activities, of course. This mind has been bouncing furiously since the beginning and it has had no bit of relief.
I spoke last time, rather briefly, about the idea of abandoning this little quasi-weekly blog post. It was a quite serious consideration for me. It gave me conflict and struggle and the sort. Yet, quite triumphantly, I have returned! (most likely due to a lack of good judgment).
So why we are here is, as always, not important. However I firmly believe that what we may do here could be of, or could lead to, some great importance. No need to remind me of the foolishness of such thought, I am quite aware.
So in this adult life of mine, I must begin to wonder adult things and the sort…
Or.
Maybe I don’t really have to wonder about them at all. I imagine that I will have to perform many menial and tragic tasks before I have reached the point and place in life that I seek, whatever that may be. That does not mean that any wonder has to be wasted on it. If there is one thing that I’ve seen bring grief to those I know, it would be all those vaguely out of control standards in life. Even if the necessities are met, there is struggle to get there.
In the life that I could consider myself to be aware of the actions of the larger world around me, things have gotten worse. Disregarding the idea of politics and anything closely defined to that, the lives that people in general live are not grand. The truly sad part of it, is that I only know because now it is hitting what would be called my class now. There are people all over the world who have suffered tremendously worse than I ever have, for immensely longer.
The difference is, sadly, that I am more qualified to speak about such things because of my ability to get an education. Don’t get me wrong here, I am no genius prophet.
But.
I know a lot more than most people my age do in many, many parts of the world.
So without diving further into such talk, even the anchors spewing stories on television news agree that things are not good. They vary on what reasons and all end up missing the point to make sure that enough depression prescriptions are sold to meet the demands of advertisers. Don’t worry, they meet the quota. I mean, have you heard the news? Geez… I mean, why leave the house? There is a threat about something, all the damn time and you, as a poor simple ape descendent, can do squat to do anything about it. Huxley, you devil, you got out when you could. I have a frightful feeling that things are going to be much more drearily dreadful than you have thought, even after revisiting.
But.
There is something that can be done about this, I think. I believe rather, again as a fool, that there needs to be something done about all this and it has to be done by at least one of us.
Actually, piss on that. It has to be done by so much more than that. All of us really, though the roles played will vary. Or so I imagine. That’s the wonder of all this. You get to take a very small glimpse into the imagination of this writer that I refer to as myself. There is much more funny business going on in the old noggin, but there are only so many hours.
But in these hours that I’ve managed to drag myself from tedious work meaning to be mindless, I must make an attempt, or attempts in various boldness, to bring forth these ideas to the manner in which they need to be delivered. Bear with me. Or don’t. If you don’t I won’t blame you. I need the honest reaction, no matter the harshness. How will I know, if I am covered in kind lies for sympathetic onlookers? I also need to talk to strangers. That’s right, you heard me. Creepy because I used the word strangers? Good, I want you to conquer your word fear. All of you.
You see, if I were to begin (Finally) to boil this down into a thesis, it would have to do with my certified area of expertise. Communication. You see, no one on this god forsaken rock can communicate with the rest of the lot without some sort of problem happening. Not saying that we all fight with each other (though it is pretty damn close) but all of us seem to fight, or bicker, or resent someone else. And because of this, there are gaping holes shredding through the human species that exist only because the right steps haven’t been taken to get past them. These steps need be taken as a group you see, so when we can’t get together and figure out our rather tiny issues, the progress halts.
I dare say that we are at a point of halted progress. And whether you think it has been going on for awhile or just began, it can be agreed upon that it is not what we would consider good. We behave in medieval manner in situations that require much more sophisticated measures.
But you already knew that.
So I’ve wasted the space to talk about the know. I will not let this go to waste. I have a task for you, yes you, the poor innocent soul who made one too many wrong clicks and found yourself here. You need to take a serious look at your life. Don’t even do it for me, though I’m sure that you want to. Do it for yourself damn it! Look at your life, and once you find those sh&%y parts that you want to look away from, stop. Before you turn your eyes, stare it in its terrifying face and hold the gaze deep. Find what it is that cause your strife and devise a way to clear it.
Don’t tell anyone, just do it. And don’t get any smart ideas, what you do, if done right, will help others. If it doesn’t, you’ve done it wrong. Do that and meet me here next week.