Behold a Giant Muh

The Throes of the Psychic Wars

We are in the middle of a war, and you don’t even know it.

You tell me, “I don’t ever read your blog,” but day after day you post one vapid social media status update after another. It’s almost as if you are telling me that you have no interested in quality, insight, depth, effort.

You don’t want to talk about the nature of reality and the elements of social fabric. You want to quip about young actresses looking like they are on heroin. You want to tell me how cute your “kitteh” is. You want to let me know how you can’t believe your daughter is in high school already. And of course you want to pester me about donating to your charity, like it’s the only charity that matters.

Am I looking at you, into you, or through you?

And that’s all. You have nothing else to say. If you do actually discover something that interests you, all you can do is post a link, because actually writing about it is … I don’t know, is it too much work, or is it genuinely impossible for you to be creative?

If this post pisses you off…

I posted a link about alternative fuels into a Facebook discussion once, and the only reply I got was “we need realistic suggestions, not name-calling.” The really beautiful thing was that the thread was nothing but name-calling. I guess the name I called everyone hit a little too close to the mark.

Someone told me a couple of years ago that “blogging is passe.” Not only did that fuel my desire to blog more (meaning: write more, not just repost annoying pre-existing content), it started a clock in my head that is eagerly waiting for the words, “Facebook is passe.” (Link to study about Facebook unfriending.)

So if this post pisses you off, do something about it. Go out unto the internet and generate some content. Real content. Be a soldier in an army of creative thought, or be a tool of the empty-headed masses.

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