I’ve started to delete social media accounts. Being on social media would be great if the people there were great. They aren’t. If social media is a venue that holds a mirror up to society, then society is pretty damned hard to look at just now. Not edifying. Not enjoying it. Not really doing it any longer.
The same goes for the dating sites. I took another spin over the weekend to just browse them. Same question as ever:
“Would I want this person to know who I am, and to have a role in my life?”
Answer over and over:
“Oh God, no. Oh God, no. Oh God, no…”
The powers that be have a lot to say about toxic masculinity, but they say considerably less about the equal amount of toxic femininity that oozes through our social world right now. As far as I can tell, the most toxic versions of both are on the prowl for victims just now.
It’s not a good time to get to know people, because there aren’t all that many people that are any good. If you think I’m somehow placing myself above that category, you’d be wrong. I make no claims to be better than anyone else—I only claim that as a group, we’re a lot of horrible people.
Misanthropy, inc. over here just now.
And tomorrow is election day. That ought to be really fun. Things get worse and worse and worse—not better.
Decline of empire, sure, but bigger picture, decline of a civilization and a way of life.
Promise never fulfilled.
Never will be.
Putting my helmet on. Wish I’d had time and funds to build a fallout shelter underground because there is every chance that the days ahead will be not just unbelievable, but dangerous as hell.