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Fridays should be about happiness, right?

Please excuse my rambling.

If I open my eyes, and really look at the world we are living in today, I get very sad.

I feel like my childhood is being shattered right in front of me. Scanning a newspaper or a website fills me with grief.

I get a comp subscription to the NY Post at home, and while I detest their right-wing slant and anti-sex attitudes on everything, sometimes I rejoice in it. Because most of their headlines have absolutely nothing to do with reality. A-Rod hits another home run for the Yankees. Paris Hilton is fucking someone else. Brittney Spears got a new wig.

Schlock, all of it. But sometimes, schlock I need.

Because if you really paid attention to what is happening in the world today - countless deaths in Iraq, loner teenagers shooting up bystanders to get attention, environment going to hell in a hand basket, countries in Africa constantly waring, all of it...

You would get really depressed.

Maybe I'm feeling this way because I am going to a wake tonight, and a funeral tomorrow. Maybe opening myself up to grief forces me to open my eyes to everything else.

Some people argue that we as a culture have become desensitized. That it is deplorable how the human race has turned a blind eye to all that is wrong with the world.

I sometimes argue that it is our only defense. That to try to wrap our arms around everything around us would send us all into therapy, or perhaps even worse.

I used to say ignorance is bliss aloud. I still say it to myself.


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Apr. 20th, 2007 03:04 pm (UTC)
Why do you think I'm going to Maine?
To escape.


I hope everything goes okay this weekend.
Apr. 20th, 2007 03:07 pm (UTC)
Brittney Spears was spotted wearing panties yesterday.
On the panties was written,
"See the cat. See the cradle..."


I know exactly what you're talking about. This is why I chose to live in my own fantasy world. The "real" world sucks. The only thing I can do about it is make my own world that doesn't suck, and fiercely protect it...
Apr. 20th, 2007 03:10 pm (UTC)
You're not as jaded as you think you are.
Apr. 20th, 2007 03:11 pm (UTC)
Maybe. Or, maybe jadedness is another form of personal protection.
Apr. 20th, 2007 03:39 pm (UTC)
Maybe you and your lovely girl need to take a wee vacation to the laid-back world of cavaliers and cotton fields and come visit a feyrie for a few days, and forget the dog eat dog world exists...
Apr. 20th, 2007 03:51 pm (UTC)
That actually sounds very lovely...
Apr. 20th, 2007 03:14 pm (UTC)
We shouldn't wrap our arms around it, but we should peek through a telescope at it, take a nibble out of it, (maybe read an article in the NY post about it), feel it a little bit, a little heartache, a little regret, for the way things could be, should be.. and then we wipe away our tears, and wash our face, and take a deep breath, and start our work to make it better. We put our soda cans in the recycling bin instead of the trash, we give a little money to the planned parenthood. we do something, and that helps. we can't wave a magic wand and fix everything, but we can try to make a difference.
Apr. 20th, 2007 03:26 pm (UTC)
I think, honestly, the world is better than it has ever been.

There is tragedy and catastrosphy and massacre today like there was yesterday and last year and last century and last millenia. The only difference is it's all transparent to us now. We can get word of it alongside our gossip. We can stay informed up-to-the-minute.

But no matter what we want, there's only so much a person can hold. Try to hold the world together and you'll have nothing left to keep yourself together.
Apr. 20th, 2007 04:25 pm (UTC)
This is true. Instant access to information has changed how we feel about and interact with the world. When we only knew what was going on in a 100 mile radius, I'm sure it was much easier to feel like we could make a difference. The only thing I can do is live my life according to my morals and goals. I cannot change the world but, I can do what I can to make my part of it as healthy as possible. My, how optimistic of me. Perhaps I need to go back to bed.

Apr. 20th, 2007 04:26 pm (UTC)
I couldn't agree more. I used to keep up with the latest news. I don't keep up on what is going on anymore. Sometimes I take my head out of the sand to find that the world is still chugging along at it's distructive pace and stick my head right back in. It's just too much.
Apr. 20th, 2007 05:25 pm (UTC)
I hear you. Our hearts are just not big enough to contain all of this, and sometimes it's necessary to shut it out. But like the funeral you're going to, some things can't be shut out and have to be faced. I'm really sorry about your friend.

I hope to see you soon and give you a hug.
Apr. 20th, 2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
You are very right for feeling this way. I have been saying for years that no one has the right to play god with other peoples lives. I get violently angry at people who do it. But people can't get over themselves long enough to see beyond the differences in race and religion and sexuality, and the myriad of other things that make us human, and see that they are destroying lives. For no better reason than because they feel that the world should be one specific way and refuse to see the bigger picture.

So fight them, because EVERY voice counts, no matter who that voice belongs too. Even if change doesn't occur in your lifetime, fight. Because life is the most valuable thing there is, and no one gets to treat it like its nothing. And in time, maybe not in our life times, change will occur for the better. Someone will step back and see the bigger picture, but that won't happen if no one speaks up.
Apr. 22nd, 2007 03:03 am (UTC)
Forget the news.
Release the sensational BS, that is branded, repackaged and sold to all of us.

Life is intensly beautiful.
People are primarily good.

The real world, isn't in a paper, certainly not in the news.

In my version of the real world, my twelve year old and I went to the museum. She's not doing well in Social Studies, so we went to look at artifacts from the time period to try and bring the topic to life. She's worried about her acne, and loves her hair and boobs. That's life. Her friends aren't plotting to kill people, they are the same kids we were at her age. Interested in the oposite sex (or same sex, depending.), trying to find a way to fit in, or make friends, or flourish, or heck, dare to dream, find themselves.

I spent part of the morning helping to cook for an older woman who has returned from burying her husband today. Why? Because it is a kind thing to do, because she is greiving and her refridgerator was empty. Because sometimes it is good for the soul just to do something thoughtful.

Today I wasted some time, I made good use of time, I enjoyed my day and the people that filled it. This is what is real. The living. Sharing love. The world is not shit. People are not shit.

In the world there are pockets of ugly, pockets of cruelty, death, disease. Most of that is beyond our control. Taking the time to see the beauty in the small things is valuable.

Wipe your ass with the paper, wash your hands, and then go hug someone close.

Don't buy the propoganda. Life is still worth living.

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