Thursday 1/2/25
It is usually by today at the latest that people realize nothing has changed, it's not a case of a new year new them, they don't have additional purpose, they don't have any focus or motivation, they're not doing more, they didn't make those changes or can't stick with them, they are still in the perpetual rut that is their life, they are bored, restless, and also tired because not giving things your best/all makes you tired, they're looking at the same garbage, doing the same shit, etc. Most people are their own biggest problem, and they're not willing to do anything about it.
I don't think a single thought passes through the brains of women who go on social media and do nothing but post photos of themselves. The narcissism--do you have no interests in life besides your boring self? It's hard to conceive that anyone could be less interesting or have less to them (writers like Lincoln Michel and Ben Lerner aside--more on each of them soon). And how stupid do you have to be to not know that the only reasons anyone looks is either because they are the same and they're like a fellow member of the club and for them this is a rah-rah sisterhood thing that encourages them in the posting of more photos of their own ass and statements like, "If you don't love me at my worst you don't deserve me at my best" and "There you are getting mad and I'm just over here doing this," and guys who will never meet the person who has posted these photos wanting to use that person's holes which is what they think about 1000 other such women each day so it's really just this big wanna-use-those-some-holes blur, which is kind of dehumanizing, isn't it? Why would you wish to play into that and play it up?
Maybe there's a better way to live your life and it's not the wisest choice to base the entirety of it on being nothing more than this? The goal is not to dehumanize or be dehumanized, both of which things most people are always prepared to contribute to.
People need external validation from strangers that isn't real validation for the dumbest, least original, most meaningless thoughts and statements because they don't have any real reason for which they should be validated and there can be no self-validation as a result. They don't respect themselves because they have no reason to. You have to give yourself reasons. There has to be something there, things have to be done. What one sees on social media is people posting their insipid, "random" thoughts as if they were cute or witty, but this just goes to show that no one in our society--virtually no one--ever thinks anything interesting. Why are you telling people these thoughts? Why don't you write them down in a diary? The answer: Then there would be no validation. So instead we get the likes of this:
Did I just grope around on my nightstand looking for my glasses only for them to currently be on my face? Not on my head but like in front of my eyes. Yes, yes I did."
You're so witty. That's super. What about a soul? Wouldn't a soul be nice? Maybe get one of those? Maybe grow up?
You see this now--"Yes, yes I did." People just say the same shit in the same idiotic phrases. You can't think of anything on your own? Not a single thing? What is it like to know that about yourself? What kind of relationship can you possibly have with yourself? What respect can you possible have for yourself? I don't think you could do it--make it through the days knowing this--so what you'd have to do is make sure you are unaware, and if you're unaware of this--which is as fundamental as anything gets--you'd have to be unaware of just about everything. You'd have to move through life not seeing or understanding anything for what it is, because you wouldn't be able to handle that.
So you'd need to warp everything about yourself and your brain in order to, well, be there, and nothing else. Open your eyes in the morning, shut them at night, walk blindly through whatever is in-between and never be more, never seek more, see more. What is the difference between that and being dead? Or the difference between that and never having been here? That some people know you and that you exist? That you have a social security number? You pay taxes. Okay. This is what most people do and how most people are; in following, that's how the world is. What a world. Garbage. Blind garbage worms feeding on garbage. Hardly anyone can see anything. Open the mouth, feed on the garbage, crawl about blindly in the muck of the rot. And it's like nothing can be done about it, no one can do anything about it, because no one can see anything anyway. How would they even know?
Who do the women who do such things enlist to take all of these photos from multiple angles as they use a machine at the gym? It seems like a painstaking process. You never seen anyone else in the photos of these women. They'll be divorced. That will be the only thing they say--that is, in addition to the fortune cookie-lite bromides about life, like they're some would-be Socrates. Question: Do they think they're smart? Wise? Original in their thinking? Insightful? Four questions, I guess. How dumb would you have to be to think that? Five questions.
You see how diseased we are as a people by the number of people who will post something stupid that isn't even theirs so they can get the likes for this thing that has nothing to do with them because they believe the "credit" reflects back on them. That's how sick we are. People are so stupid that they can't even execute the thought process--which isn't a process at all--of "This isn't even mine." Instead they think, "Look at all of those likes--aren't I great."
The first day of the year is a day for people to complain even more than they do about how old they are. Yes, you are old. You might as well just be done. You should fuck right off the world. All of these old people. Whine, whine, whine, whine, bad joke, bad joke, bad joke, whine, more sweets, no thinking, more Netflix, whine, whine, bad joke, bunch of drinks, another day with the cats on the couch, whine, whine, bad joke, etc.
You made yourself old because you are not alive. You are psychologically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and intellectually desiccated, and you're probably a lazy log physically, so you look and feel much older than you are or should be, but the biggest issue, frankly, is the horrible, horrible, horrible attitude and the laziness and the lifelessness and the cowardly passiveness. When I see this from people, I have to admit to thinking, "So just be gone then."
All of these drunken morons screaming outside as the new year comes in. What are you screaming about? What is the celebration? Nothing is changing for you. It's just the same. You achieved nothing. You didn't just complete some impressive feat for which you had to dig deep and give what only you could give. Every day, the same. It's an excuse to scream inanities and get drunk yet again, though officially blamelessly this time, or closer to it.
Friend from college yesterday asked me just shy of nine in the morning if I'd be running stairs for New Year's. I sent him a video from the stairs from a few hours earlier that morning. He said, "I knew it!" and added that he should get out of bed and needed the inspiration.
I think you can tell a lot about someone by their regard for New Year's Eve. The more someone likes it, the less they are. This is not a hard and fast rule, as I am sure there are people out there who'd like to put me up against a wall and call out the firing squad for saying such a thing sans that qualification--and perhaps with it--but I think it's true all the same.
The thing about people being offended about true things that they always seem to forget, or don't know, or would never consider, is that you can change, you can be more, you can be better. You can just do those things. I like that that's always an option. It doesn't threaten me. I welcome it. I count on it. I take that option every day in my constant pursuit of knowing more than I did and being better than I was. I don't know what I would do without this option. But most other people live their lives either unaware of it, being made angry by it, being frightened by it, hating someone who presents it, and just not doing it, and they don't have a problem with this, save all the massive, massive, massive real problems this actually creates for them, but they are not smart enough to make the connection. They're also not trying to think, and that's a big part of thinking, the trying component.
Already we are in the second day of the year. See how fast that was? Halloween just happened. The holiday season--which goes on for some six weeks or so, at the very least--just wrapped. That's a good chunk of a year right there. You have to try every day to make that day a full life's worth of a day. You have to take it as that challenge and try to rise to it. The Christmas decorations will remain visible outside for weeks. By the time they are all gone--those signs of last year's holiday--trees will be getting ready to bud again as we get closer to the halfway point of this year. Fast, fast, fast. Get up and try hard. For real.
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