I’m the kind of douche bag who decides what kind of douche they’re going to be when they wake up.
Am I going to be a sunglasses wearing even though it’s cloudy outside kind of douche, or the doesn’t reply to the cashier when they ask “How are you?” kind of douche?
I feel that life is becoming increasingly more like a chore that no one has the energy to fake interest in anymore. We’re all stuck to our devices busy ignoring life. The ultimate measure of a decent life has become how well we can ignore it.
I mean, look at the amount of apps there are out there! All made in the name of efficiency when in reality it’s a contest of who can distract the most people the most effectively. Efficiency is now just another name for convenience.
The truth is we have become masters at inefficiency.
No longer are we able to focus on doing one thing to the best of our ability. We’ve been conned into thinking that doing the most things at the same time is what counts. I remember a couple years ago when the psychology community was arguing with the public about the value of multitasking and whether it is truly a thing.
After various studies they concluded that the brain cannot effectively do what the mainstream has come to call multitasking, and that the human brain can actually only focus on doing one cognitively complex task at a time.
I mean truly focus.
That even though we can train our bodies to rely on muscle memory and a limited version of human autopilot, in order to truly perform any task to the best of our ability it is necessary to give it our undivided attention.
Whatever happened to those findings, huh?
Doesn’t it strike anyone as strange that this verity was swept under the rug in the rush of amplified consumerism? Technology has allowed us to become masters at distraction at a rate the world has never seen before. Of course the powers that be didn’t want their eyeball-less sheep to reach the conclusion that came with this psychological epiphany.
God forbid they realize they don’t need any more stuff!
It seems that people have been duped into thinking that because the things they seek are less tangible and more metaphysical (in the sense that they can be downloaded onto their handhelds), that they have broken the bonds of consumerism and have bloomed into a much more evolved creature. The self-help book that they downloaded onto their kindle about how to accomplish more and feel unhappy less, is not a desperate cry for help to the gods of consumerism, but a postmodern side-effect of advanced life that simply has to be dealt with.
Or so they tell themselves.
People have tried to mitigate this side-effect with things such as minimalist movements, but to no avail. The people attempting to dive back into their primitive, more driven roots, inevitably come back more jaded and material hungry than they were before.
Back into the ocean of stuff they plunge. The decision to give themselves over to a deluge of voices whispering, “Join us, join us. You lost the battle because there is no war to be won,” lulls them into an apathetic slumber.
They cannot seem to wrench themselves from the grip of caressing hands murmuring,”There, there. No need to fuss. It’ll all be over soon. Just pretend until it is.”
Do you know what’s so hard about fighting against the post modern wave of feigned sensitivity? It’s the fact that we hold no ideology anymore.
How do you fight against a collective consciousness that has staked no claim in anything?
Can you fight against a wave that isn’t moving in any direction?
Can you argue with a generation who hasn’t bothered to say a thing?