this blog began as a section on my site called “Infinite Diarrhea” which I took down very shortly after starting it because … people were reading it. This, in turn, was causing problems in my already failing marriage …
Just finished reading Jared Diamond’s ‘Collapse‘ and found it enlightening, interesting, and humbling.
The book examines past failed societies, what caused them to fail, then turns its eye upon our own present situation. It is well written and organized, easily understood, entertaining to read, and ultimately . . . depressing.
Why?
Being an individual with nothing of substance to add to the world isn’t so bad if the world is one in which excess people haint a problem, they’re just extra entertainment but, in our world, where even the helpfully effective are in surplus (if only they take the time to stand up) said useless individual is more than a nuisance, he or she is an unacceptable liability.
So what to do?
All I can figure is to reduce my intake of unnecessary items, sell off those unnecessary items I have collected (and I’ve a ton) so that their mere presence doesn’t distract me from my goal of not getting more, restrict future consumption to items of a sustainable nature, and hopefully get a job doing the stupid shit I can do for a company or individual who can direct my refuse of talents in some useful direction.
This means that my goals of this last year – finding a job and/or independently designing toys, producing cartoons, writing books, movies, and/or other humorous and entertaining escapades of a media nature; earn enough money to buy more toys, books, movies, music and other humorous and/or entertaining escapades of a media nature; have at least one more kid with somebody – are off the table entirely. None of it makes a lick of sense after what I’ve just read.
My biggest hurdle is that I have spent the last 30 odd years doing little more than waiting to die – with that in mind, it is hard to imagine me becoming successfully militant enough to implement the above plan – but I’ll give it a shot.
Rest assured, however, that, whether I succeed in this set of changes or not, I SHALL NOT become one of those annoyingly strident, self-righteous granola types that struts about decrying everyone else’s lack of moral uprightness. This is about personal choice – I’m not in judgment of anyone else – not only because I hate that kind of shit but because I know I’ve no right or reason to consider myself anything more than just another human with just another set of random and likely buggered sensibilities . . .
