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3 am Thoughts

grill

It’s just after 3 am and I was jolted awake by a thought. Well, jolted awake because I’m battling a cold and the meds have worn off. So, while I wait for them to kick back in, here’s what went through my head as I awoke nursing a very raw throat:

All this past evening I watched as an attitude of “mine!” pervaded social media, punctuated by a nasty tendency to speak in hyperbole, show little remorse or loyalty, think only of oneself, pass questionable judgment on immediate surroundings (because your ability to judge anything is questionable), use the occasion of society collapsing as a way to play victim, demand protection, and stomp around crying “justice” with a false sense of caring about anything or anyone besides the immediate needs of the individual (fine, but don’t lie about it), and generally just exploit the chaos to get attention. All eyes on me, and all that. And good people got in the way, tried to help, and will suffer for it.

Also, some kids burned down Baltimore.

And it occurred to me: that is the difference between the classes. Opportunity doesn’t make you a better person. Just gives you a more refined way of being a bullying thug who uses people to elevate one’s sense of importance and throw tantrums a little less dramatically (but only a little. Because, God, the hyperbole is painful. “Overwhelmingly blessed!” Gimme a break. Does anyone buy that nonsense? How many times can someone use the word “wonderful” or “perfect” without it losing some (read: all) of its meaning?). What an inspiration to young people. On a related note, sheep are dumb.

In short — I don’t see a ton of difference in the goals and aspirations of the kids running around the streets and the bourgeoisie (that’s an historical term, darlin’) filming them from the ivory tower. Different methods, same cavalier and — ahem — disgusting behavior.

There’s your class war. Everyone needs to watch Trading Places again.

Charming.

Charming.

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mybad
Let’s talk about karma for a second, shall we? I question all the great mysteries of life on a regular basis — and now, because I’m a little more involved with people that don’t see much mystery but are rather highly pragmatic — I’m questioning a lot of things again. I don’t believe I’ll ever give up a faith in the idea that life moves — is guided? — by mysterious and rational forces, but it’s interesting hearing people who don’t agree with that idea still pay great homage to things like ethics and benevolence. And that’s where I’d like to start with karma.

It seems to me that people that just bulldoze through life because they believe they are ENTITLED to, or because they DESERVE to, or because they have always been treated a certain way and, by God, they mean to always be treated like the precious flower or rare coin they’ve always been led to believe they are, don’t care much for the idea that you will reap what you sow. You plant those bitter little seeds, you’ll get some pretty sour fruit. Use whatever negative descriptor you like there. It works in the positive, too. Which is fantastic, although sometimes it feels like it takes so much longer to see the positive yield from being kind. But the nasty stuff? That’s pretty instant. John Lennon wrote a song about it.

Anyway, consider yourself lucky when it happens, because then you have the opportunity to start again (I do know from experience) and do better. And maybe listen this time. Stop thinking that just because someone joins you in whatever grumpy ass approach to life you need to feel comfortable it means they care. The best people will expect you to be be the best version of yourself. That’s hard, yes, because it means there’s an expectation. And sure, there are plenty of people that will just take that laptop to find a job, as it were. And that’s okay, if that path of least resistance floats your particular device. But know that all that stuff’s conditional in a way that’s less about wanting what’s best for hearts and minds of everybody involved, and more about control, and things, and image, and stuff. And you’ll wake up one day and realize you’re sleeping with the enemy who’s going to blast all your personal stuff all over social media and try to make you look like you’re an absolute monster. My point is: don’t put too much faith in the wrong stuff. Character matters.

Also, as an aside, what do you call it when someone enjoys being spoken to harshly and disrespectfully to the point that if someone is actually nice to them it freaks them out?

So that’s all I’ve got for the time being. I have a lot of things happening at the moment. I’m supposed to be in Southern California for the first time ever for several days next week. I’ll believe it when it actually happens. Because the flight man…I don’t want to talk about it.

I’ll write about the Iran deal, and religious freedom versus discrimination, and what I think China might be up to at a later date. Right now I just want to process all that stuff, and you can probably guess how I feel about most of it. So I’ll save it for later as things continue to develop. But I will say one thing: I fully expect Hillary’s email scandal to intersect with this kind of thing. Don’t underestimate her. She knows how to spin very, very well.

Also, I hope this is true.

Okay I’m out. I leave you with more from the former Beatle. I have a love hate relationship with John Lennon. He was a massive ass to the people in his life, and it’s hard for me to support that in general. But this song…

One other thing, because it’s been on my mind: hey Twerp, you’re still a ridiculous, pitiful egotist who actually doesn’t think much of himself and my mom and I laughed about that stupid email you sent last night on the phone for a while. Sad man. Really sad. Enjoy that karma.

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