You're sitting quietly at a meeting somewhere and someone is retiring or it is his birthday and the most jovial semi drunk member of your group starts:
For he's a jolly good fellow ♪♫♪♫
blah blah blah
and you mutter under your breath
OH FUCK NO> PLEASE DON'T > STOP IT RIGHT NOW!
CAPITALS because one can mutter under his breath quite loudly now! :)
You resist and feel the immense pressure to join in for fear of being looked at as the ODD ONE when you well fucking know that the sheep are the odd ones for sure.
I was just saying this week I wonder who is the fucker who started the habit of clapping during ball reviews at tennis.
Everybody was sitting there quietly watching the big screen and then one day one fucker with one or two too many cheap expensive beer started clapping and guess what?
You wouldn't be caught dead not clapping now 'cause that is what people do.
It's like singing the national anthem or Happy Birthday those kind of simian behaviour should be kept really where they belong:
in the choir practice and exhibition.
If you are dying to sing in unison learn the fucking Requiem for fuck sake.
Confutatis Fucka me and all that Jazz.
I know it's Voca Me but I prefer MY version! :)
Fucka Me Cum Benedictus. or more appropriately
Fucka Me Cum Maledictus.
This is how mass hysteria and lynching and foaming at the mouth mutilation and murder happens with our simian habits so the less we have the better we are.
We are so modelled to fit in it's downright crazy.
From family to school to job to retirement even all peaceful Elois letting the Morlocks rule the world. when we don't turn into Morlocks ourselves.
I prefer the Whitman approach meself when it comes to simian habits:
“Resist much, obey little.” A
"re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul"
end of rant for now
There is a strange thing going on these days well strange to my old eyes anyway.
It is the appropriating of any generic whiny poor little misunderstood betrayed suffering me and making it your own as if it was your creation and your WHOLE life story.
One reads something and says oh yeah that is so ME and shares it right away when and where if one started to think and analyse for a second one could see it is a generic saying a bit like a horoscope and does not identify one's whole life story.
maybe it's a millennial thing. I totally fail to get millennials it must be a sign of the ages.
Nothing new under the sun.
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
Mike & The Mechanics - The Living Years Lyrics
Every generation
Blames the one before
OR THE ONE AFTER!
It just seems to make it hard to figure out one's personality when the only Simulacra and Simulation
(to quote Baudrillart here)
is a bunch of lame glued together memes.
Not sure what the future of Social Medias will be.
I am afraid that Charlie Brooker might be our own contemporary prophet of Doom
in his canonical Black Mirror.
Speaking of Black Mirror and Millennials I was horrified by this recently.
It's the same thing on the train though. Everyone completely absorbed by their black mirror.
Mine is usually in my pocket or in my bag LOL attached to my earbuds to block out the rest of the noisy world anyway, for the few who are not glued to their black mirror.
I find Facebook more and more depressing and from a discussion I had just this week with my doctor I am not the only one apparently.
I stay off Twitter and am way too old for Instamatic anyway.
Another good example was this Fox app or some other TV app advertisement and this rich spoiled little girl who was totally bored and absolutely rude to her boyfriend because she had seen everything on the bus here and there and did not shy away from showing her boredom
( reminds me of that fake millennial ad on Subway Chicken too lol yawning at boring chicken)
My own adolescence was absolutely troubled and messed up don't get me wrong.
I went from hash, to mescaline, to acid, to cranking meth, back to mescaline by the tea spoon in no time and I ended up in a detox centre and homeless by the time I was 20
but STILL I am quite thankful (even though I had no choice in the matter) that I am not a teenager in this day and age. (even though today's teenagers would hardly qualify as millennials I suppose)
Anyway here is my old fart new rant for today.
Ciao for now
Death will be the Great Equaliser!
You're sitting quietly at a meeting somewhere and someone is retiring or it is his birthday and the most jovial semi drunk member of your group starts:
