My Literary Incontinence. Jan 3rd, 2024.
Neurodiversity at its best, and worst.
To be honest, I have absolutely no idea as to what I'm going to write about today. My mind is like a room full of Alzheimer sufferers wandering aimlessly with no particular direction to go in, except for the fact that I'm not venturing back down memory lane while pooping myself uncontrollably. No, it's purely just my rambling thought processes that are uncontrollably incontinent because a million things feel like they are happening all at once, and being neurodivergent, I'll start with one topic and then everything just takes itself off on a magical mystery tour.
Like a serial flasher in the local park, I just have to get it out, and similarly, I often get myself into trouble without realising what I've done before it's way too late and I've exposed myself in ways that are highly inappropriate, yet amusing to me while pissing off others who choose to read whatever gets tapped on the keyboard and published.
Such is my body clock that I invariably awaken from a deep sleep at somewhere around 02.30 with what feels like a brilliant idea for a topic, and then by the time I get around to typing it later on that day I've had a couple of hundred emails incoming, various offers on Snapchat inviting me to engage with females wearing little or no clothing, to join them live on OnlyFans, and further various offers from the Tinder website to swipe right while offering me huge discounts to subscribe. If it's not that then it's how to air fry jalapeno peppers, or my thoughts are diverted by the innumerable failings of Bristol city council on 'X' - previously known as Twitter.
So, now it's reached almost 5.30 pm and my mind is blown with so much mental content of my own from everything about the day thus far, maybe that offer for a "fun" half hour with someone on OnlyFans while having my eyes cascading from the effects of airfried jalapeno peppers would be enough to take my mind off the failings of my local council for long enough to recentre my thoughts, and provide the focus I strive for.
Well, as tempting as all that may be, I forego the opportunity on this occasion, at least, as I remember the various prompts I text to myself and refer to them instead. On further thought, albeit as random as everything else in my life is, I probably wouldn't have even considered the effects of not washing my hands after eating jalapeno peppers and then going for a pee (male readers will understand immediately). Enough said, save for possible insertion in a future thread that's highly inappropriate. After all, why change the habit of a lifetime?
Okay, having fed my screamingly hungry cats (as they tend to be forgotten when I'm in writing headspace), answered the door to Amazon, and opened another pack of Dunhill, I think I'm finally where I should be mentally - though this is subject to confirmation further on.
Remember yesterday's musings? What do you mean, no? Homework time for you, then! However, for those who need a gentle reminder (due to early-stage amnesia) I highly recommend getting professionally checked, - see paragraph 1, as a starting point. Okay, so meatballs. Oops, one moment please, while I look further down my list of prompts. Ah, yes, "Dumbing Down."
I talked about how misused the word 'hatred' is, and how the meaning of other words has been diluted, especially, it seems, by those of Gen X birth as umbrella terminology that's become generic in its delivery. 'Trauma' is another example of overexpression that has less to do with an emotional response to a terrible event like an accident, rape, or natural disaster, but instead denotes someone's hurt feelings, for example. Without even having the faintest idea of what 'trauma' actually is because they've never experienced anything to compare real 'trauma' with.
Along similar thinking the words 'emergency' and 'crisis' have slipped into our language by means of mission creep to instill a state of fear, and very successfully too, where otherwise the more appropriate usage of 'situation' or 'challenge' would produce a more positive, less threatening, and coherent, problem-solving solution. Again, you will find this mentioned in my book 'The Sexual Philanthropist' in which I delve into the nuances of language, towards fully understanding how we fail to express ourselves in such a way as to provide absolute clarity in meaning and interpretation as opposed to lazy, and confusing, catch-all language.
Instead, we find ourselves in a perfect storm of chaos, and, if you have even a basic understanding of chaos theory you will accept that language has become an increasingly nonlinear process, and where there is this unpredictability regarding the use of generic as opposed to concrete language, stability has moved to instability and order has moved to disorder. So, referring back to yesterday's blog piece and the conceptual, Gen X trans, egocentric, keeping up with the Jones's type culture, and the toxicity towards it as being 'phobic' in nature, it is a reflection of the overall fear and insecurity felt as the world overall falls into further chaos, and Gen X in particular, while not suggesting it's peculiar to them, simply don't know their place in the world as things stand politically and environmentally.
Imagine for a moment the world as a human skeleton with every bone having fractures that slowly worsen and splinter away over time. Well, in my humble view that's exactly where we are at, and, if I wasn't being incredibly lazy right now and thinking of bed already I'd lift the paragraph or two from my book that further explains this. In short, the more groups, fringe groups, and breakaway groups that continue to flourish in our world the more divided and divisive humanity becomes in its fight for survival, and this is a perilous, self-destructive journey taking us eventually toward the demise of humankind, while the planet, despite all of the delusionary, conceited and arrogance of humanity towards it regenerates, as it has done in the past until it too dies, as all living organisms eventually do.
Whether we choose to like it or accept it, world leader after world leader, and generation after generation, the language we use affects us all in many different ways: and our overall wellbeing as cause and effect takes place. Of course, it's not the only item on the menu of human extinction. Simply the key ingredient which all other components bind to. Social media being one of the main contributors.
It is a poisoned chalice from which the majority of this addictive world now drinks from on a minute-by-minute basis, for the avid. It's a good place for some, and a pernicious danger for others: a wild, wild West that's populated by gunslingers, bootleggers, snake oil salesmen, panhandlers, rustlers, bandits, and more. It's somewhere pretty much anything goes, and anything can be bought and sold, with almost no holes barred and scant sheriffs, marshalls, and judges to uphold law and order. While, as a user of the internet myself, its value is clear to me, I also view it as possibly the worst of all, long-term, supposed assets towards the continuation of humanity, as computer technology and AI expand exponentially and a slow-burning war breaks out between the two. On humanity's side, hearts and minds, versus a system that doesn't compute the full human persona.
Fortunately, I won't be around to live such an experience, and given the technological speed and direction of things as they currently stand, neither would I wish to be. Today I was reading of a situation whereby a child engaged with the Metaverse and became "traumatised" by an avatar involving an "alleged" rape, of which she was the subject. Firstly, I have to question what responsible parent allows their child(ren) to partake in the world of avatars without explaining the difference between the real world and that of virtual reality because the blending of the two is highly dangerous.
I've never played games like Call of Duty, in which there are killings, or Grand Theft Auto, in which there are killings, robberies, rapes, and more, because I have no interest and the fact that I'm still getting to grips with Sonic the Hedgehog. However, I'm pretty damn as sure as I can be that Call of Duty, for example, hasn't led to a wave of players arming themselves to the teeth when offline and going out on a killing spree. So, when it's been reported that the police have launched the first investigation into 'virtual' rape when there is no evidence of physical penetration such as in, I suggest, far more important real-time, human rapes taking place, I begin to wonder again, as to how the police can legally involve themselves in what are crimes of a conceptual nature that I wrote about yesterday? What next, thought police, perhaps? If this was the case I'm surely not going to be the only person serving life imprisonment by now.
You see, language is no longer solely to do with how we communicate with one another. Nowadays we also have to consider, more importantly, the language used by computers to talk between themselves, and how far the probably aspergic nerds who habitate the world of programming them will take it so that AI takes over completely, and humans become redundant to all intents and purposes.
Still, what do I know? Let's not forget, as a neurodivergent myself, I have absolutely no idea about anything. Most of all about being an alleged writer - which, if you dare mention, my lawyers will be in touch with you regarding defamation of character.
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