The End Of The World (Just Not The Way They Think,...)

"A lot of people mistake the day for the apocalypse."

-- Machenka Jacobella, one organizer of a "positive" Dec. 21 meditation session, 

describing my typical waking experience.

So - seeing how he's a meditator and all - 

that would indicate everything's operating normally, right?

For me anyway.

Eyes open - BOOM! - Apocalypse.

Everyday.

My reply:

Shit/Shower/Shave - Get on with it.

Just don't meditate.

But also don't talk to psychics, and rarely talk to preachers, and don't even think of taking a yoga class, because so far - compared to some people - my life is becoming a romp in the woods.

Or a walk in the woods.

Can you picture me along the Appalachian trail?

Yeah, that'll be the day.

Anyway, all in all life is good, and yet, I have concerns.

“I couldn’t tolerate knowing something was fake and not doing something about it. Everything loses meaning."

-- Uri Simonsohn, a research psychologist at the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School, 

and Data Vigilante

Really:

Can a first-generation-out-the-ghetto black man ever hope to live a normal life - because his offline concerns are, admittedly, more limited than he lets on - when "normal" means living with crazy liars?

Won't I have to be on guard for the rest of my days?
Tell lies myself?

Because, if so, I need to say this is NOT what I signed up for!

I want to scream "I'm a Free Man, Sir!" and live like it!

I should be buying things with credit cards and all that.

Sure, some may call me a cornball brother, but - as far as I'm concerned - I was supposed to marry Marcia Brady and spend my time with nice guys playing tennis.

Instead, now, I'm talking to nurses and wishing I were anywhere else.

This is my future - I live in the New World - but I really don't know how long I can do this.

Or even if I want to.

Life is so demoralized by NewAge, when - without it - every day would make me feel like Santa.

Didn't I read somewhere life was supposed to be a gift?

Not a single reference meant socks.

Am I right? Especially if I know the truth behind the fraud?

Shouldn't knowing truth mean, in theory, I should feel better?

I think so - so you know what?

I think I will.

"Your reasoning is repulsive: Because we have removed your god from our schools, this is how your god gets even?"

-- Steve McSwain, an interfaith activist, arguing with Mike Huckabee over nothing. 

Yeah.

Fuck the stupid, I'm now into Happiness As Revenge.

I'm figuring - after today - that's the way to go.
Fuck the NewAge, still, but everything else must change:

I've had enough - in 24 hours, even the Maya will be proud,...