Hyperbole

 

One thing that strikes me particularly about the current collective psyche is the almost curated language of emotional response to all the normal, everyday stuff that just happens to us all, at some point in our lives; as if there exists, Truman Show-like, a scriptwriter and backroom of psychologists, sat in some Bond-villain-like eyrie, influencing the collective will. The clichés are writ large: 'reaching out', 'feeling your pain', 'journey': they're everywhere, like some alternate, Stepford Wives reality plane, infiltrating the brains of otherwise sentient beings. As if there weren't more pressing issues to actually, really, worry about.

We are better than this, people: falling back on the lazy, pre-programmed tropes, fed, soma-like, via the drip-feed of 'the media', social (!) or otherwise, is just that: lazy. Active participation in, and antagonism towards this frankly hostile world, is the only way to survive and improve our lot as a species. Simply following the script that is spoon-fed to us by vested interests and frankly stupid and dangerous AI, in the absence of genuine experiential input and debate just can't cut it, when push comes to shove. Following this line is akin to the proverbial hypnotized chicken, going nowhere but to the slaughterhouse. There is so much more to get righteously angry, upset and emotional about. Don't waste your emotions on trivia: use them creatively to effect change where it's really needed: otherwise, you're fucked. If you think that in itself is hyperbole, think again...