Something Unusual?
When starting to write things on the internet that you can’t even begin to bring up in conversation, it wasn’t my intention to start responding to every single thing that’s personalized to me, as that would be too many things. And I rightly suspected that the Minitrue-type denial of every single thing happening around me would permeate the internet as well, and in ways inconsistent to its own premises. Many of these things, of course, are not even remotely in the context of ‘human-games’, and that the entire population would play by these same rules, and that my entire life would be subjected alternately to the rules of this insane herd and then to the rules of the Minitrue reality, and that they can get massive corporations and major news media to do these same things, all still seem strange even to this day.
Obviously it’s an uncomfortable position to be the only one that acknowledges certain things. And there isn’t much point in going into too many specifics to appease your ‘misunderstandings’, or in falling into the trap of analyzing the prevailing insanity, and if you can’t see certain things for yourself I don’t know what to say.
On a Lighter Note, Some Positive Things About the Internet
It has been decided that I’m not allowed to use the internet. I’m referring to many things from many directions. When it’s time for a collective voice to proclaim something, memory is the first thing to go. It is forbidden, because it is what I’m doing. During the 10-11 years that I’ve been treated like I’m famous, coming to think of it, face-to-face interaction was the very first thing to become forbidden, as it was what I was most interested in, and this kept happening every time I had been interested in it since. Working outside of the house for an employer in a job that requires lots of interaction had become forbidden many times, every single time I had worked in such a job, and it was made understood that the only acceptable thing for me in this type of society would be to be self-employed (what I’m doing now). And many other things. Instead of the many of you telling me what I should do, maybe you can be just a little helpful in anything I choose to do. It appears my existence is entirely unofficial, and that no one even wants to see me in person unless it’s to harass me.
Much of the time I value being alone, and there are many advantages to being alone, such as being able to be more motivated in things you do, physical, intellectual, artistic, rather than being with you, being teamed up against, and wanting to die. I wish there was a meaningful alternative though for those times when I don’t feel like being alone, but there doesn’t seem to be. And indeed, when you’re at home, the internet is there, and you don’t need anyone’s approval, and there are many positive things about the internet, such as a large amount of information on almost anything, and also the ability to write on the internet, at times when I wish to do so.
Obviously the internet often becomes completely unusable though, and I avoid it altogether for prolonged periods.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
The Life That Is and Simultaneously Isn’t
We live in the age of enlightenment, or whatever. We’ve emerged from our dark ways and embrace logic. Even if we say we don’t embrace logic, we still do, or is any of this even true? It seems that if there is one thing I am forbidden from doing it’s reasoning, and there seems to be an organized although irrational mob ensuring that. The minute I write anything with any merit or that’s saying anything true, very systematically all these pieces of shit from many directions become coercively involved in my life so as to convey that this is not permitted. At this point it has become forbidden altogether to say anything true or address anything that’s actually happening in my life at all.
But there’s a reason for this. They are more spiteful now than they are irrational. Their spitefulness has surpassed their irrationality. I’ll leave open to debate this thing it appears I was being accused of, and maybe someone would like to make something explicit and a process of dialectic can take place (*footnote), rather than all this synchronized teamwork. As dialectic routinely gets skipped, automatically it’s the phase when the collective has it in for you, which means that everything everywhere is completely closed now. Am I famous? We can skip that too. And if any aspect of your private/public relations was individual-based before, this is abandoned when the collective turns against you. And what would it sound like if one attempted to speak to a closed collective nothing that polices your life and ensures that everything needs to always be dead?
Sometimes it gets to a point where it’s no longer possible to be at one with it, obviously, and it’s time to redefine what I am and am not allowed to do.
(*footnote) This is a cached copy of something I started writing about this: http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:BuPgtXCbzFIJ:fascistprisonsociety.blogspot.com/+fascistprisonsociety&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=ca . It’s not well written and it’s not well worded and it doesn’t even reflect the way I would want to word it, and major things are summed up in two sentences, but it can be a start, and I started it.
We live in the age of enlightenment, or whatever. We’ve emerged from our dark ways and embrace logic. Even if we say we don’t embrace logic, we still do, or is any of this even true? It seems that if there is one thing I am forbidden from doing it’s reasoning, and there seems to be an organized although irrational mob ensuring that. The minute I write anything with any merit or that’s saying anything true, very systematically all these pieces of shit from many directions become coercively involved in my life so as to convey that this is not permitted. At this point it has become forbidden altogether to say anything true or address anything that’s actually happening in my life at all.
But there’s a reason for this. They are more spiteful now than they are irrational. Their spitefulness has surpassed their irrationality. I’ll leave open to debate this thing it appears I was being accused of, and maybe someone would like to make something explicit and a process of dialectic can take place (*footnote), rather than all this synchronized teamwork. As dialectic routinely gets skipped, automatically it’s the phase when the collective has it in for you, which means that everything everywhere is completely closed now. Am I famous? We can skip that too. And if any aspect of your private/public relations was individual-based before, this is abandoned when the collective turns against you. And what would it sound like if one attempted to speak to a closed collective nothing that polices your life and ensures that everything needs to always be dead?
Sometimes it gets to a point where it’s no longer possible to be at one with it, obviously, and it’s time to redefine what I am and am not allowed to do.
(*footnote) This is a cached copy of something I started writing about this: http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:BuPgtXCbzFIJ:fascistprisonsociety.blogspot.com/+fascistprisonsociety&cd=1&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=ca . It’s not well written and it’s not well worded and it doesn’t even reflect the way I would want to word it, and major things are summed up in two sentences, but it can be a start, and I started it.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Some Thoughts On 1984 Society
Often or almost always they give the impression that they are playing and that there is a universally understood game with universally understood rules (some of which have to be learned because they are not obvious at all). I’ve mentioned this often and the clue to something not so usual taking place is in context, perspective, etc, if one even begins going down the road of reasoning. Sometimes for whiles you get into the habit of corresponding in the ways they’ll correspond with you, which is not so difficult to do in its season as it’s the most obvious thing taking place, and everyone facilitates it, and like a film it seems fluent and continuous and you don’t perceive that it’s constructed of a rapid series of discontinuous images, and not perceiving this allows the film itself to make sense. If you shrink down your mind to nothing other than the plot of the film in its own context, it can seem like things actually take place, and everyone knows it as they constantly indicate.
Speaking with any member of the collective in outright and direct ways always reveals their vacuity. They are not playing around, they are just these functions. If they seem to be saying something, you’d better get a written document verifying this, because for all practical purposes it had never taken place. Nothing that happens ever happens, and everything they insist and insist on interferes with their own state of denial regarding these things and then it’s a less than enjoyable experience to be consistent with anything that happens while in their presence. And, as I’d already mentioned, they become coercively involved in completely private activities and even in my thoughts, in ways that, while sure being mean, also require them to become coercively involved in completely private activities and in my thoughts. They’re a disease.
Often or almost always they give the impression that they are playing and that there is a universally understood game with universally understood rules (some of which have to be learned because they are not obvious at all). I’ve mentioned this often and the clue to something not so usual taking place is in context, perspective, etc, if one even begins going down the road of reasoning. Sometimes for whiles you get into the habit of corresponding in the ways they’ll correspond with you, which is not so difficult to do in its season as it’s the most obvious thing taking place, and everyone facilitates it, and like a film it seems fluent and continuous and you don’t perceive that it’s constructed of a rapid series of discontinuous images, and not perceiving this allows the film itself to make sense. If you shrink down your mind to nothing other than the plot of the film in its own context, it can seem like things actually take place, and everyone knows it as they constantly indicate.
Speaking with any member of the collective in outright and direct ways always reveals their vacuity. They are not playing around, they are just these functions. If they seem to be saying something, you’d better get a written document verifying this, because for all practical purposes it had never taken place. Nothing that happens ever happens, and everything they insist and insist on interferes with their own state of denial regarding these things and then it’s a less than enjoyable experience to be consistent with anything that happens while in their presence. And, as I’d already mentioned, they become coercively involved in completely private activities and even in my thoughts, in ways that, while sure being mean, also require them to become coercively involved in completely private activities and in my thoughts. They’re a disease.
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