OUT OF THIS WORLD

There’s no point ‘beating around the bush’ as it is important to get directly to the point, or, so I find myself regularly paraphrasing when I’m in a rather awkward predicament when other people mercilessly freeload their ‘issues’ upon me. I thought I’d signed up with that with my partner, haven’t I been punished enough!? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got good ears (albeit small) to take on such an ordeal, but, what I find rather questionable is how belittling it is to call ourselves the “supreme human race”, the advanced species of planet earth who choose to use their conscious abilities, that allow them to question and reason, to go to merciless battle with one another, while chuckling at the ‘immature’ ‘barbaric’ behaviour displayed by other animals that we fight so hard to distinguish ourselves from as we mimic them free handedly. It’s sad that the majority of people won’t bother reading this. It’s too long and not discussing turning up or relationship drama or some pointless event that I’ve endured today. I’m talking about something that a lot of us don’t care to question and I’m curious about why that is. Why is it so hard for our intelligent race to actually care about the sustainability of our earth and what we’re actually doing here and where exactly ‘here’ is? Why are we so concerned about who’s dating who, or who decides to swap their gender and why? I don’t care about how many doughnuts Beyonce can lick and I certainly do not care about committing any “sins”, aka random acts that someone somewhere decided were wrong and that everyone else should think they’re wrong too. I don’t understand why so many of us choose to be ignorant, just to feel safe, and to feel importance. Why we feel the need to project a particular image to the outside world throughout the realms of social media is beyond me. Why do we have this overriding need to impress other people, people we don’t know, and for what? To feel better? I know from personal experience that scrolling through said platforms are a recipe for anxiety. Keep your standardised test results and your straight “A” transcripts to yourselves and as you look them over and feel proud of yourself, remember that those A’s hail from a man-made alphabet, those numbers that make up your scores, belong to a theoretically man-made conceptual system which we have developed to consciously evaluate the world around us. Most importantly, remember that your magnificent transcript and wonderful achievements still don’t answer the who, what, where, when and why of your entire existence. But I’m sure we can all manage to make one up out of laziness. This is why I can’t befriend the average teenager. *eyeroll*

So, I suppose what I’m saying is...let’s make a conscious effort to be more present in our actual lives.