As future journalists, bright minds of tomorrow and the prospective creators of a better future, we often find ourselves baffled by the events of today. Whether blinded by our still-remaining-buried-in-sweet-nostalgia-and-the-smell-of-pancakes-in-the-morning childhood innocence and the good memories of yesterday, or soberly and desperately trying to analyse the situation of today and put it in words that actually make sense, we cannot help but wonder what on Earth is happening to the world.
Jumping from one ridiculousness to the other (and I shall continue to use this word, regardless of its absence in the English dictionary, perhaps due to the language's vast poorness of expression, as I have begun to find out), it is hard not to bury one's head in the sand, switch off the news and think about 'pink clouds, princes and princesses', as my grandma used to comfortingly say before we closed our eyes and drifted away into the land of the all-possible. Yet we are dragged back into this world, forced to 'deal' with the reality of today, at which point our inner child shrieks at the top of its lungs and runs off into the wilderness of its innocent dreams. Oh, yeah, to 'deal' is an 'adult' activity (whatever in the name of hell that word could ever come close to resembling, and I have still been unable to quite figure it out). And we are constantly reminded this is the 'normal', and the freaks of this ridiculous human order are, in fact, those who deem it meaningless.
I find myself buried in endless commentary of pretentious and pompous arguments about what should and must be by people who apparently have a high self-esteem and enjoy the occasional praising thought about their own brilliance. Often probably in front of the mirror. Or perhaps those geniuses of today cite their accomplishments in a well-established order when they go to bed every night, most likely to avoid crying themselves to sleep. And it is through witnessing or even briefly peeking into those discussions that one can lose their faith in humanity. As one clever commentator states, we might as well apply for our gun permits as of now and blow our brains shortly after.
All this comes in a time where, for most of us, the future is uncertain. Among the employment responsibilities and endless scholarly tasks, running from one place to the other and trying desperately not to forget that other thing we didn't write down on paper, we are haunted by the fears of making ends meet tomorrow, after graduation, when we are supposed to enlist in the army of the great minds. Though our preparation and army training has been completely insufficient to say the least. Should we put our heads down and accept the impending doom of the future, led by the 'heroes' of today? Was 'Idiocracy' correct? If so, would one of us actually get to be the president in this version?
It is merely a smoke-screen for the gullible when they begin their government-guided endlessly clever attacks on piracy, and so-serious arguments on copyright infringement, freedom and all. It seems so long ago in our idiotic human terms Baudrillard said the war did not take place, as it was our perception that guided us through the decision-making process. And, for that matter, the opinion-forming process. Or later, in the contemporary landscape of my today, Chris Rock said everything the government tells you is 'to keep your mind off the war'. Or, in other words, off of the real reasons/events of the war. Hell, I even think the reason we travel to Mars and all those other bloody far-away places, is to find more oil. So the big throats of some fat-pocketed government can make more money. In the meantime, let's throw sand in the eyes of the everyday internet user, put some salt in their wounds and shut down their biggest file-sharing website. Maybe that will shut them up for a while and we might once again seem like the almighty-powerful-Gods-we-used-to-be-perceived-as.
God forbid anyone maintains a certain amount of doubt as to the reasons why one or the other do anything. And we encounter ignorance so often that I am inclined to believe I am living under the sand which people have buried their heads in. Comfort and stability over challenging one's words? Is that really what we learned in those years of media? To trust?! Maybe I have been all the long while enrolled in a different universe.
Perhaps they should implement cynicism in the elementary school programme and above. Let them take A-levels on that subject, and also put a few lessons of how NOT TO trust immediately the words of some moron who somehow got into power and then phoned some other moron for a little press coverage and teleported himself to the screen in one's house to be watched by the hypnothised dull faces of those apes in front of the TVs, deprived of conscious thoughts and attracted by the shimmering new LCD screen (though, on second review, that comment is offensive to apes).
Oh, yeah, the heroes of today, I forget. God forbid it might occur to some of us they might be lying. Ah, it is that moneyless existence of mine that feeds the cynic inside of me and pours fuel on my rebellious nature, leading me to consider that gun license after all. Perhaps not to blow my brains out, but just to shoot a few shots as a sign of inner rebellion. And then to down a bottle of wine and drift away into the land of possibilities, where my brain function has never been limited by the ridiculousness of human perception and the incredibly idiotically narrow-minded world we live in. Who was it that said a mechanism only works as well as its weaker component. Imagine the possibilities had it been the opposite...Labels: ramblings |
