No, I’m not speaking tomes to you, I’m mumbling fragments to myself. That’s what a journal is about, no?
One of those kinda moods. You know, when you’re all about the Matthew 11:29, but you’re feeling more like Numbers 11:14.
Talked with the girlfriend for a long time on the phone tonight. Pretty in-depth discussion that kinda turned into an examination as to why I tend to look so negatively on American society. Yeah, I guess I do. However, I cannot help but think that, along with all the other aforementioned “evaporating culture” voodoo, the zeal for money has so much to do with it. Such a generic excuse, it seems. An easy scapegoat. Yeah. I feel like I have to find the root though. You can’t kill a weed merely by chopping off its leaves.
Now, I’m pro-capitalism. I’m all up for investing, as I want to live a comfortable life. However, I can’t help but have a concience. Safeguards need to be in place. Capitalism is, singlehandedly, the largest force in creating wealth, the world over. However, it has also proven its ability to “draw a line in the sand”.
It just seems that people love their money so much that it’s all they care about, or that they love their “illusion” of money; That is, they overextend themselves on seemingly cheap credit, and spend their whole lives trying to play catch-up with their own spending habit.
People do this of their own volition. That’s nothing I can control, nor anything I want to control. Nonetheless, it’s this constant little imp biting them all the time. People get stressed. This stress has an adverse affect on their life — but also on the people around them. The guy leaves a heavy day at work, gets stuck in traffic. Has to go to the grocery store on the way home, and again, has to wait in line at checkout. Already short-tempered, he accidentally goes off on the cashier. The cashier, having heard this several times today, already, goes home completely ticked off. She ends up taking it out on her kids, who she beats several times a week, because she has no more strength or will to do the right thing.– despite feeling guilty about it, each time afterwards.
The stress we bring into our daily lives is directed, with stealthy accuracy, at those around us. People worry about EMFs. Or UV waves. Or the negligible radiation that might be emitted from a “dirty bomb”. I think what people really need to worry about is those stress waves. try as you might, I don’t think there’s any sorta emotional lead shield that can block all of them.
I’m not trying to write a happy-go-lucky text here. I’m just trying to root out the cause of our ills.
So we end up perpetuating this stressful lifestyle. What can we do about it?
During tonight’s conversation, my girlfriend said I worry too much about these things. Maybe she’s right, to a degree — maybe my worry comes out, expressed in negative vibes. However, is it really possible to worry “too much”? “You think about too many things,” she says, “You can’t help everyone.”
But can I? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? If people are unhappy, am I not supposed to try and figure out what I can do to help the society as a whole? Am I not supposed to take up the burden? How is that burden defined? How can I possibly take up one tiny microcosm fragment and leave everything else aside? Isn’t that neglect? If I am truly, seriously concerned with the state of things, how can I just leave it all alone?
At one point in the movie Scent of A Woman, Slade (Al Pacino) yowls, “I’m in the dark here!” This utterance, being of course literal, was also meant figuratively. I think a lot of people are in the dark. Not necessarily in a religious sense, but culturally and socially. We’re social animals, yet we’re developing pack — or worse, predatorial — mentalities.
Sometimes I feel like it’s just too intense. Like I need a less active place to start. As if I could come back later, as a galvanized veteran in the war on societal ill, and do my best Mighty Mouse impersonation. Whatever the case — right now, sometimes it just seems all so overwhelming that I think it comes out as negative energy. Rather than be able to harness any ideas for good, I spout epithets, cynicisms and just plain bad karma. It’s not that I want to be negative. I just feel, I guess, like that’s the easiest way I can express my opinion and frustration — even if I do so, knowing full well that it’s not exactly the best way to drum up the support of the intended audience.
I’ll look more at this later. It’s bedtime now.