Would a bit of disruption be the cure?
It’s no good. I am bored and disillusioned with the outside world at the moment. All I’m hearing is ‘wah, wah,wah’ and it’s getting ever harder to find things that inspire, excite or even promote hope. Don’t get me wrong, these better things are out there, they are just getting drowned out by the cacophony of the banal and inane.
I sat down the other day to write an article. In fact it was an article to post as this one. I wrote, tweaked and fashioned, read it back and, guess what? It was boring – I actually yawned at the end! For some reason I had fallen into the trap of addressing some of the problems that are being touted out there as important when they’re not. Needless to say that particular article is now in the recycle bin.
I had such hopes a couple of years back after the entire world had shut down for covid and we seemed to be taking stock. The talk was nicer, more thought was being given to individuals welfare, fairness, tolerance and appreciation were being shown. ‘Fab, what an opportunity’, I thought, ‘for us to take stock and reassess what sort of lives the human race wants to follow’. New ideas were flowing forward and outwards, huge steps were being taken in some areas at a rapid pace and the sense that we were on the cusp of something new in our evolution was almost palpable.
Just over a year later, while the sense of crisis has dissipated, it appears we have slid backwards and, in a lot of instances, things are worse than they were before.
Countries back to clobbering each other over the head and for what? Patches of dirt.
More streaming than ever before and of what? Popularity & money seeking.
Weather and natural events never seen before popping up like boils and the action taken? More discussion.
I don’t particularly care if someone had a party and broke the rules during Covid, what I do care about is someone getting a grip and tackling social inequality, injustice and unequal treatment.
OK, I’m wildly generalising here but I hope you get my point that whereas we were admirable during a crisis it’s seems to have gone grimy, murky and a bit pathetic.
I’ve had a fairly simple, basic philosophy since the train crash; Is anyone dead or likely to die? Yes – that’s important, take action, No – might be urgent but not imperative. Is anyone injured or likely to be injured? Yes – that’s important take action, No – well let’s take stock and reassess. It’s my automatic thought reaction to almost every situation and everything else takes its place behind these two in my book.
I do have hope and optimism by the bucketful however, in order to protect these traits I’m finding I am having to ignore and dismiss the other frivolous stuff that works so hard to grab my attention. I was even castigated last weekend ‘because I wasn’t online’. I don’t care – I was busy doing instead, while being outside, in the sunshine, listening to the birds chirruping away.
Only thing that is nibbling away at my consciousness now is that usually, when I’m bored or disillusioned, I do have a tendency to do something disruptive. I can almost hear my psychologist reaching for his copy of DSM5 before our next session!
When I’m bored I tend to chuck a grenade into my life, just to shake things up a bit.
