Intro
Look, I don’t expect this experiment to last long. I have tried and failed to launch a website or a journal or YouTube channel more times than there are illegals in this country.
Why go through the trouble of buying a domain, designing a site, and even bothering to rant into the ether?
I came to understand that my mercurial fixations eventually coalesce and give way to one thing – hate.
I hate everyone and everything. Is that good enough justification? Who knows. Maybe this time it will work.
Something that has stuck with me comes from Brad Blanton’s Radical Honesty – that one should, no matter how inconvenient, tell the truth as It’s the only way to reach catharsis. It may even be that once you’ve said or expressed something, that you may have more clarity on what you mean or even find that you no longer believe what you’ve just said, even though it was your true thought when you expressed it.
It’s not like I’ve gone through life trying to live up to this ideal – although I am often blunt and pessimistic – my true intention is to illuminate flaws and inconsistencies, and create a more structured, sensical world. It’s a tired sort of sarcasm, i know this; but I find myself increasingly unable to break from the “hyper-reality” that we all live in.
Explaining the Hyper-Reality
Filming your child and posting them online for everyone to gawk at and give kudos and beat off to. It’s pretentious, isn’t it?
Sitting on Twitch for HOURS with your tits out collecting money from your simps. That’s not real life.
Posting energetic job tips on LinkedIn – hellish. Fake in the most painful kind of way.
Real life is taking a shit. Most people wouldn’t post that (most…).
Real life is trying to drive in your own lane only to have the fucking Metro bus glide over and clip you. Go ahead and post that. Nobody gives a shit.
When you’re spending your lifeblood attempting to farm clicks and gain clout and vlogging about who NUKED who online, or who is RUINED today… doesn’t it get a bit old? And even if it does get old, you get trapped into doing it because it’s lucrative. I hate it.
I’m not quite able to express my full thoughts on this – the words aren’t coming and I’ve got to take a shit, which is coming faster than I’d like. Just keep in mind, there’s a layer on top of real reality where people get trapped performing for some audience, real or imagined. You used to get medicated for that shit – now it’s a veil everywhere and on everyone.