The nonsense of the now

Haven't posted for a while because I'm sick to death of the simplicity that surrounds me, us.

I was worried about past blogs. I was hard. I was getting to where I was. I was getting angry. Turns out that's where I live ... at some level.

Let's stop dancing.

We're living in a severely fucked-up world.

You won't find a more optimistic fuck than me. But I am losing faith.

I believe, as a basic part of my mettle, that we are the greatest gift to one another. It does not seem that way sometimes.

I love.

We all do.

It becomes increasingly difficult to love, though, when there is such mean-spiritness around me  — and you, I'm sure.

It becomes increasingly difficult to abide the crankiness and sourness of the present moment.

It becomes increasingly difficult to accept that people are mesmerized by their television sets, rather than being involved in their worlds.

It's depressing — not uplifting or graceFULL.

I want to be a person one can turn to when times turn south but, more and more, these folks I call and know as friends are too involved in the nonsense of now.

It becomes increasingly difficult to be me.

Altogether, it's disappointing. Because you guys are pathetic fucks.

Give me a text break.

Give me a blog break.

And Facebook? Are you kidding me? What a waste of emotional and typing energy!

I was talking with friends tonight. They have theories about science that are totally out of whack with anything that remotely compares to factual. It both enlightened me and pissed me off.

How hard is it to understand that the universe is finite? Isn't that junior high?

We espouse all this high-falutin intelligence but, I swear, we are the dumbest species ever. We are still arguing about evolution.

I am so fucking disappointed.