Personally, I’m past ready to declare myself a political no-go zone and refuse to touch any and all mentions of politics anywhere in my vicinity. Then I hear from The Husband that the various states are squalling about budget shortfalls this year because – teh horror! – they don’t have anything like the usual revenue from income or sales tax they expected, and they have higher expenses than normal because they’re running unemployment rates in the 20% range even using the doctored numbers that hide long-term unemployed.
Of course, my reaction to said news is not exactly… sympathetic. It’s more along the lines of “Well, duh! You shut your entire damned economy down and expect everything to trundle along like normal?” Then I start getting really sarcastic so it’s probably better I don’t continue on that line. Honestly, these people are supposed to be intelligent.
And yet, we keep on trundling on. This week has featured a disturbing new development in the kitty crazy stakes, with the Midnight not only running to the loo to make sure I’m properly supervised in there and being disturbingly eager to come running and get petted (apparently the safest times for kitty snuggles is when the humans are on the pot or in bed), but he starts purring before I touch him. It’s sweet, but I do wonder what’s going on in what passes for his kitty mind.
I’ve had years to get used to the notion that by my standards the world is run and occupied by morons – but what can you do? I’m Odd, and I know it. I’m all too well aware that I think at oblique and at times abolished angles to reality, and I know damn well I’ve had to make a conscious decision to keep myself grounded in reality and lot go off into my own bloody world. No matter how tempting it gets to give this side of reality the finger.
And yet… The show must go on, as they say. Events have a kind of entropy, in that each decision anyone makes adds to everything that’s gone before to make some things inevitable. Something very like World War 1 was inevitable by the end of the 19th century, but the exact form it took and what triggered it… those were up in the air. Then after the Armistice, World War 2 became inevitable because of the conditions imposed. We’re probably fortunate that it happened the way it did despite the horrors that were unleashed because there really aren’t many reasonable alternatives (unless you go so far back it’s almost impossible to extrapolate in a way that isn’t pure fantasy) that don’t involve mass irradiation in Europe.
The overgrown children of the mainstream who fail to recognize any of this… well. I noticed years ago that very few people have any desire to think for themselves. They want a nice easy-to-follow framework of what’s right and what’s wrong handed to them by authority, and when those in charge fail to provide they flail around looking for something until a good enough snake oil salesman wanders by and gives them something to latch on to. You didn’t think all the new agey stuff was spontaneous did you? It filled in the gap left when those in power decided that morality was completely relative along with reality and everything else.
I’ll admit that there’s a degree of consensus reality in the sense that speakers of any given language will usually use the same words to describe the same things (and the structure and nature of the language will inevitably affect how and what people think – I’ve commented on the difference between Australian English (aka mutated thieves cant) and American English (evolved trade-speak) before, and how it’s left Aussies much more inclined to mess with words and use words in a way that forces people to divine the meaning from context where Americans tend to be much, much more straightforward) but ultimately the facts that are being described are the facts. And facts have a tendency to bite when they’re ignored. Sometimes literally.
Life goes on. We’re crazy adaptable – possibly we Odds more than most. I suspect that’s part of why we keep showing up, no matter how much everyone else tries to squash us. It’s usually when everything else is falling apart that an unwanted or unappreciated Odd turns up with something that will help. I guess that (apart from having my picture in the dictionary beside the entry for “stubborn”) is why I keep going and keep trying to be me as hard as I can. I really can’t see myself being anything or anyone else.
Oh, and have a photo of Shani in the kitty bed and Bugger on my keyboard. Just because.