I've watched a lot of TV. It used to make me mad. The fact that millions of potential humans are destroying themselves by tuning into the same bullshit and having it reverberate through all of society used to get me filled with a near Biblical rage at the world and how stupid it is.
The fact that only a very few people do think made me even more mad. Little enclaves like this are the only way to find any measure of intelligence in the world, and that's a depressing thought.
Life kept getting madder, because I realized I can't live up to my own standards, ever. Every method I attempt only puts me somewhere that's not quite enlightenment. I never had the balls to stand up and say "no, and you and the society you're building is fucking insane". Neither has changed.
The world is an ignorant place full of the fat complacent pack animals, psychotic alpha males (and females, I suppose) destroying themselves and bringing the world down with it, and faux revolutionaries who only know how to think like what their favorite T shirt companies think.
But that doesn't bother me.
Love is the answer.
Just like Burroughs said.
I really wish it was more special.
I am completely incapable of doing anything great. I will never change the world. I can get together with a mass of people, and we can make things look different for a little while, but it'll all go back to nothing eventually. All I have left to do is love. I love Bill O Reilly. I love those hateful, selfish girls on Super Sweet Sixteen. I love every person who has ever hurt me or the world. They dissappoint me, but they don't worry me. Pamphleteering goes nowhere, nor does protest or mindfucks. Love is all I can do. Hope as I might that that sort of unconditional love can teach and help others, I'm not stressing out over whether it will. Whatever the outcome, I am one with the world.
(Feel free to tear this apart in all its hippy ineffectualness.)