My co-worker approached my workspace and informed me that “the man” totally busted me browsing the internet. I replied with a whowuzzhuh? I had my gmail, google reader, bank statement, work tools and office communicator open.
I scratched my head.
I turned around and this was when I remembered that from the fishbowl, everybody can see what is on my screen at all times while they are in a meeting. This means my boss’s boss’s bosses.
Doh.
I have a feeling that I’ve already used that title before. Oh well, who cares.
I keep going through these phases where I think so much about writing that I can’t actually write anything. Then I stretch myself out to the point where I am all thin and… Tesla Girls by Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark is kind of distracting me. I figure if I am to get back into writing I should probably give into my ooh shiny leaps over the gaps in continuity from my inner dialogue with myself.
Some of my most intrusive insights concerning myself come from these moments.
Also, I completely give up on trying to write properly. I was hoping to set a good example for myself sooner than later but maybe ENG 2020 can fix me up. Like a mechanic. In the house of Doctor. If I’m going to continue playing with language like that, I should probably take it over to the other web page.
No defining moment, no illusive topic. Okay I lied. Completely illusive.
In an unexpected reversal of events, people are now eating ‘land kittens’ because of PETA’s successful campaign to call fish ’sea kittens’.
There are no reassurances. At the end of your day there is no guarantee. Sometimes it does not matter how much you believe in ideals or what is right. When it is done none of it counts for anything. King James was right when he wrote that the meek shall inherit the earth. We live in those times.
The weak and the helpless and the illiterate, they control your fate. The less a person has, the more they have power over you. Our cultures and political and economic structures support that. You will never go to bed with a smug smile on your face and sleep soundly unless you have the American dream of having someone else owe you.
In the end, your dreams will no longer belong to you. Those who cannot dream need them more than those who have. Stripped of your dreams and your sanity you will always fall asleep wondering how the world could have been. How would the world have been if people believed in accountability, responsibility, compassion for their fellow humans? Compassion is no longer a positive value because it steals from the American dream of having something over your neighbor. The more you can hold over them, the more that they owe you. How can you reasonably expect to survive off of someone else’s sweat if you think of them as human like your self? The only way to survive for the weak and the helpless is to dehumanize those around them.
It does not matter how rational and reasonable you are. When your society is determined to dehumanize you, there is nothing left you can do. There will not be anyone to turn to. There is no one to listen. All there is left to do is watch those strands of hope plucked from your head each day. Watch yourself die slowly. The evil was never in the crime. The crime was in allowing the devil to decide your fate.