The world is very complex these days. And it seems things have been getting more and more twisted. More splintered. And human life has become too multifaceted. We are just animals but EVERY SINGLE ANIMAL ON EARTH (except us) doesn't have to worry about any of it. Everything we worry about, they aren't even aware of it. Animals don't have to worry about anything at all really. Beyond just finding food and water, and staying alive. (Occasionally they also decide to make animal noises. But it seems more like a fun choice. Like wolves howling at the moon, or drunk girls going "WOOOOO!".) But we think we are so much better than animals for some reason. Why? Because we over-complicated our lives and now we're stressed about forty things at once that probably don't actually matter at all in the grand scheme? Or because the few that do are going backwards? Like climate action rolling back, and women's rights disappearing, and gun laws loosening. Yeah, we're so much better than the animals! (While they wander around, chillin' wherever they want, blissfully taking naps all day. Those loser animals don't even have retirement savings accounts! (Neither do most of us really, but compared to monkeys we are killing it financially.)

 

This all would make me be totally over humanity, except for the fact that we didn't have a choice. We didn't ask to develop self-awareness and complex language that inevitably led to economies and governments and media and liars. Liars wouldn't exist if we didn't have enough words to lie effectively with. A groundhog has no ability to lie. Or incentive. So I try to cut us humans some slack. 

 

But I'm sorta losing patience. With things like the Jan 6 hearings playing out in crystal clear detail of the orange monster's guilt in actively (and still today) trying to take down our democracy just because he likes being the most famous, and it still not seeming to lose him much support. Or a Supreme Court making clearly political decisions that make us less safe, yet we just live with it like it's a parking ticket. Or 30-40 percent of the population believing dozens of totally incorrect things, while nearly none of them seem like they can be convinced to even remember that truth used to be an important thing. So part of me remains mad and tries to change it. And part of me is over it and wants to just say fuck it. But I'd say there's a 22% chance I just decide to find me some berries, move into a tree, and take naps all day.

 

So the four things cover this spectrum pretty well. The dichotomy that my mind always straddles. AKA something for everyone! Starting with the two today, Saturday July 23...