Operation Achieve Anything: Day Two-Hundred-Fifty-Seven, Dateline 9-14-2018
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“None of us really push hard enough.”
Good afternoon crickets. Welcome to day number two-hundred-fifty-seven of Operation Achieve Anything. Last night turned out to be another fun example of how our increasingly polarizing political system is driving many of us otherwise rational folks out of our fucking mind. I can’t stand the new state of the world where we now have to self-censor trying not to offend while discussing very serious manors. It’s to the point where I can no longer be anti-Bush without being aligned with the Nazis who voted for Trump.
I didn’t vote for Mr. “Cheeto Man.,” I voted for the polar opposite, which was her, but not the her with a big head who feels like she was born to hold office, I voted for the her who aligned with my belief. After Bernie was robbed, I became a Jill Stien supporter because she actually had a stance on the environment and seemed to what change while both mainstream parties just wanted more of the same. This was when a lot of my liberal friends started to see me as a monster for wanting more than just talk of change.
I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, I’m not disappointed in Trump because he never had a belief system that he went again to let me down. He’s a monster who wears a monster’s coat, so when he does monster things, I’m not surprised. Whereas, when our “savior” was in office, who promised us the world, I felt let down by the increase in our efforts to dominate the world while focused on profit over people in the process.
The Hippies let me down. The punks from my youth who loved to Rage Against The Machines, while there was no machine to rage against let me down. The whole “peace-loving” Democratic Party let me down. Meanwhile, the Republicans have continued to live up to my expectations, which isn’t a good thing but at least it’s consistent. This is why I used to say that I was happy that Trump won despite despising the guy because he is bringing to light just how fucked the system has become, but we’re some hung up on personality politics that it becomes about one man and not a system that’s been broken since far before I was born.
The thing that sucks the most is how I get to see first hand how suppression of thoughts, trying not to offend, does nothing but create a powder keg of rage. Keeping in mind, this is coming from a person with left-leaning views, who is biting his tongue over chiming in over how the system has let us down and not some extreme right-winger who thinks they actually have a solution that involves holding down the less fortunate and treat anything that goes against tradition as a crime.
I’m an Atheist, who has to navigate a world run by believers that treat me like the crazy one for not believing in some magical man in the sky who they think used to literally talk to us and have us write books with conflicting details about his existence, only to go Silent over the years. I’m a third-party voter who thinks that the entire system is flawed and has to deal with constant reassurances that one of two parties will eventually come up with an answer while both are being paid by the same men. I’m the only boy in a family of all girls which may explain why I’m straight but borderline asexual which is an outlook that no one seems to understand.
I don’t fit in anywhere, and I’m having these thoughts so I could only imagine what it would be like to be on the fences about an issue, who is actively seeking a cause could get caught up in the nonsense because at least the “bad guys” will listen to them. Meanwhile, there’s still only a choice between one or two, making everyone either a “good guy” or “bad guy” by default, while promoting the illusion of freedom and choice.
Why do I get treated like I’m crazy when it’s the world that’s flawed. It reminds me of my youth, it was never the drunk asshole adults who get reprimanded, it was us kids who were to blame for setting them off and then instructed how to avoid creating the problem again. Suppression is not a solution, and my current state of hopelessness can provide the evidence since I successfully pulled off living thirty-eight years pretending I was fine making the recent period of my forty-two-year existence pretty rough since I’ve reached the point of no longer wanting to be silent, but not having the proper tools to speak out. Or when I do, the people who I thought that I sided with do nothing but role their eye.
I haven’t changed all that much vocally, I’m still the same goofball who only tries to communicate through jokes, but inside it’s all pointless and not even worth the effort. This SNL challenge that I’m currently working on has opened my eye to the fact that history will repeat itself no matter what, even if you follow the logic of the famous quote about how knowledge of the past is a solution for this form of déjà vu.
I don’t know, this might why I’ve always felt like I was traveling a road less traveled even before I learned of it as an inspirational quote. All this rambling actually plays into yesterday’s assignment where I was supposed to build up the courage to try something new, which just seems like existing in general to me. This also unintentionally fulfills today’s assignment where I’m supposed to make a reality check and be honest about my motives and whether or not I’m putting the right amount of effort into my life.
Of course, you’ll have to wait for tomorrow’s post for even more rambling insights, but that’s what I’ve got for now. Until then, it’s now time for me to wrap this thing up as usual by saying, good day and good luck to you and all of your projects.
Talk to you soon.
Sincerely,
The Wicker Breaker
P.S. Below are links to my novel, which I plan to promote as part of Operation Achieve Anything, as well as a link to where you can buy the book that is providing the structure to this project in case you would like to purchase it in order to play along.
