Mental Overindulgance

Seeing as the last post I made seemed a bit more of a rant toward an intangible idea oft leading to drama, I've decided to keep this post as angst-free as possible. This may be quite a task, but I'll give it a shot.

I considered several topics to discuss before my mind hit a figurative wall. Most of what I'd come up with would either be a realist view of a topic that many would find negative, or it would be something boring. I say boring, but what I really mean is a topic with a conception one might find difficult to grasp. I would like to discuss the idea of a possible struggle for dominance between modern existentialism and absurdism in a growing globalist world. I like both views, but it brings up odd questions like, "I wonder what kind of exchange Kierkegaard and Freud would have?" Ultimately, I lose the attention of my audience and I end up saying something like, "What did you think of [insert movie/book title here]?" Then the self-loathing desperately tries to grasp me in its depressing clutches. We'll have none of that here!

Do tell...

I discussed the afore mentioned conceptions up for blog consideration with a friend of mine, and something odd happened. I was drawn to the image of a squid with a giant phallus-shaped hat on his head. My mind cleared and I could grasp at ideas much better. I think the true divide is between those who take in everything and those who ignore it. Again, I come to the saying "ignorance is bliss." I admit I understand this to a large extent. Too much is happening in the world. With the advent of television and 24 hour news channels, celebrity gossip, tragic events, politics, religion, and all of the conflicting choices one has to make between these, it's no wonder people don't want to pay attention. More and more people suffer from depression and anxiety every year. It would be easier to let one's mind shut down. With just the simple self-discussion of a writing topic, I found my head swimming. There's just too much to absorb.

I've tried shutting the world out before and focusing on a little social group I wanted to be a part of. Even if a joke was innocuous, I would muster a dainty little laugh. Always smile, you'll make more friends. At the same time, you'll probably die inside and won't have to worry about anything beyond your home, work, social clique etc. The level of ignorance one would have to feign to obtain this "bliss" is below what would be average for most of man kind. It's far too painful to attempt for an extended period of time. I lasted for about three years. I then spent the next five years "rediscovering" myself. I have now come to accept the drone faces of my audience, and just hope my thoughts have reached someone. If not, oh well, I don't socialise much anymore.

Perhaps I will later discuss the idea of modern existentialism in more depth. I might even find it cathartic. Yes, I'm essentially saying "If you don't get it, too bad, it's what I want to write about so you can just go look it up yourself." If I end up pointing someone to the works of Kafka, then I've made a small mark on the world. My thoughts are becoming more paradoxical.

Next up, I reveal the answer to the one true question, "Why are we here?" As if I'd tell you that! For those of you who thought of the answer (42) immediately, kudos to you.