I just don’t know anymore

the politics is getting so depressing.

the economy sucks, no matter how much the stock markets rebound today.

what i bitch and complain about, i sound like everyone else who bitches and complains.

i’ve kinda lost the joy for being a smartass about things that are so fundamentally important.

in the meantime, i’m trying to get out of the doldrums and light a fire under myself.

but all this shit sucks.

my blog has become like Jenna’s book: very little content, very little meaning, and even less personal impetus.

gah. i’ll figure something out.

8 Comments, Comment or Ping

  1. 1

    It’s not that your blog lacks content, it’s that society does… increasingly so. We’ve all become numb to all the political extremism, foolishness, and stupidity. We can’t feel anymore with the bottom dropping out of the market. We’re all trying desperately NOT to think.

    and of course that’s the idea of it… because if we become too numb to stand up, we’ll all be going bah bah bah to the polls and allowing the kind of fuckwits we’ve stupidly granted power to to continue to hold that power.

  2. B8ovin

    2

    I have no time to write this comment. None. But I’m going to do it anyway because I think I should. If you don’t want to do this blog now then don’t. Not posting isn’t going to swing the world one way or the other. Besides, if you don’t feel it there is no reason to think your writing will. More importantly, you have to take care of yourself first and fuck the blog.

    Having said that, I don’t know of anything as effective as humor to weather hard or ridiculous times, so I can’t agree with you that you are accomplishing nothing in the face of farcical reality and shuddering choices. Indeed, what does ANYONE do but keep speaking, arguing and laughing (or crying) despite or TO spite the events around them, in their own little space to their little collection of friends and family, or on their own little blog or journal or diary? That is the nature of normal life, and always has been.

    As an atheist the religious always ask me how can I possibly find a meaning to this life once heaven has been removed as the destination (what they mean of course is how can I have a better pretend meaning). I have always believed that there are those things that are universal and greater than self: to try and do as much good as possible for the most number of people as possible as I can given my limited ability, to be a good father and husband and to speak out against those things I know are wrong no matter how uncomfortable that may be. Then I believe there is meaning in everything I do, like writing this comment, or carving. It may not change the world or even dent history, but if I don’t believe it has meaning, even if only to me, why am I doing it?

    I believe you have some connection to people through this blog, but if it has no meaning for you right now then what’s the point. Find and do something that gives you meaning and makes you feel more related to what you want right now.

  3. JCE

    3

    Well, unlike Mr./Ms. Cheerful in comment #2, I personally think you simply need a dose of smartassness to brighten your day and get the sour back into your personality. Read Fark. Or watch some You Tube videos of idiots hurting themselves. (Hey, it always amuses me to watch something like that.) Better yet, search for an online game where you can kick Mr. Bush and Mr. Paulson right in the balls. Someone surely has created something like that by now!!! Or go to the zoo and see if you can distinguish between the human visitors and the animal ones.

    Seriously, go have some fun and recharge your batteries.

  4. 4

    I’ve been feeling the same way, lately. There’s so much absolute crap to keep up with and, so often, it seems that everyone else is already writing about it.

    I wish I had an answer. In the meantime, I hope you find some kernel of inspiration that helps bring back the funk. Snark is not a crime!

  5. 5

    thanks all.

    you may notice a couple of small changes (back to using “commander other” and a new author icon for me). i think part of what’s been going on was trying to pull this under my moniker of “Synthaetica” which isn’t very much related to any of this intellectually. that having been said, it’s primarily been a function of time, or more appropriately, the lack thereof. and energy (same caveat). that begins to change now that the soccer season is over out here. we’ll see what comes up. thanks for the encouragement.

    but yeah, society still sucks major gonads.

  6. 6

    At times, we all get monolithic and obsessed with the same general issue, meaning that individual analysis is difficult, but I think after the election is over we’ll get back to our personal pet issues.

  7. 7

    Commander Other: I consider blogging a form of therapy. Cheaper than paying someone $250 for 45 minutes, no? That is, some times it feels like work, but on most days, well, there is something cleansing or cathartic about getting your rant down, no? Take a few days to chill. You’ll want to come back just because. And we will be here.

  8. B8ovin

    8

    Yeah, Mr or Ms. Cheerful here from #2. I was able to see some videos of people hurting themselves and now see the error of my taking the ennui of a friend too seriously. Thanks, Mr/Ms. Humanity at #3 for pointing out my flaw in the most intelligent manner ever. Watching people in pain was just what the doctor ordered for me, though I have no idea if it inspired Synthetica to put his work load aside or not. I didn’t stop at YouTube for idiots running bikes into trees or skateboarders smashing their gonads on stair railings (the kicking or smashing of testicular areas seeming to be a specialty of yours) but went right to the pictures of babies, children and women blown up by bombs. HAHAHA! What a riot, cheered me right up. LOL!!!!! You are much better at improving empathy for the woes of the world than I am. I hope Captain Other took your advice like I did. And if not perhaps a bit of smartassness WILL help.

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