All of my interests relate back to political and philosophical thought in some way. Closing my eyes won’t help. It’s not the barrage of stupidity that’s killing me, though that is aggravating. It’s the hopelessness, and that returns as long as the matter is considered, whether there’s news to go with it or not.
I feel you man. Most of my friends want to bury their heads in their sand to cope and ignore everything, I just can’t do that. I want to be angry for a while and talk about what’s making me angry.
I’m far too aware that the level of action I’m willing to take and the level of action it would take for one individual to change the course of nations are too far apart for anything but for my mood to change with the winds of the times, despair or hope as massive demographics drive them. On some level, I think, I would prefer to be clueless to that.
But I can’t be. Some fuckers taught me how to read and write and shit, and now I’m cursed with literacy and awareness. I fucking hate it.
You can develop those subjects irl too, for example by joining a local non profit that focuses on something that you like. I think it’s the best way to go through this difficult period.
My point is that I can’t mentally avoid the reality of living under a Nero, as much as I’d like to. Not that I won’t find ways to cope, some helpful to broader society, and some not.
All of my interests relate back to political and philosophical thought in some way. Closing my eyes won’t help. It’s not the barrage of stupidity that’s killing me, though that is aggravating. It’s the hopelessness, and that returns as long as the matter is considered, whether there’s news to go with it or not.
I feel you man. Most of my friends want to bury their heads in their sand to cope and ignore everything, I just can’t do that. I want to be angry for a while and talk about what’s making me angry.
I’m far too aware that the level of action I’m willing to take and the level of action it would take for one individual to change the course of nations are too far apart for anything but for my mood to change with the winds of the times, despair or hope as massive demographics drive them. On some level, I think, I would prefer to be clueless to that.
But I can’t be. Some fuckers taught me how to read and write and shit, and now I’m cursed with literacy and awareness. I fucking hate it.
Don’t forget critical thinking.
You can develop those subjects irl too, for example by joining a local non profit that focuses on something that you like. I think it’s the best way to go through this difficult period.
My point is that I can’t mentally avoid the reality of living under a Nero, as much as I’d like to. Not that I won’t find ways to cope, some helpful to broader society, and some not.
You. You impress me, for whatever that’s worth. Stay with us and stretch my brain a bit more.