No Time!
File under: conversational debridement
It is fruitless to want people to help you. You can ask. They may help. But dwelling in a place of wanting help is a pointless hell.
I don’t know if this has always been the case or if something has shifted in my life or in the larger culture or what, but no one has time for anyone. Exactly what they have time for is something of a mystery, but I suspect it’s media of one form or another.
There is a relentless self-involvement that is not leading (at least in any evidentiary way) to improved self-understanding. Instead, we have people who can’t carry a fucking conversation, cannot see another point of view, and are unwilling to read or think. These are signals of a dark age; however, doomed thinking is, well, doomed. So that’s fruitless, too.
It is the consideration of this mindset that I have decided I need a vacation. When was the last time you took one? And what are the signs that you might need one?
Xoxo,
T
