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Consensual Reality
"They are colluding with you, the whole world" she says. "They are doing it because they want you to feel happy. When you are happy you provide them with entertainment and they like being entertained. When you are unhappy you do not entertain and they would rather keep your delusions alive than have you be unproductive."
I feel like I'm trapped in some virtual reality construct and I furrow my brow and gaze back quizzically.
"Everyone has the same sense of paranoia about whether what they do, what they offer the world is worthwhile. If we didn't have insecurities that were easilly played upon then advertising wouldn't work. Maybe they'll like me more if I wear the right shoes, smell like appleblossom or come out with pre-approved slogans. We don't believe it ourselves, but its easier to go along with the crowd."
I find myself thinking of an election I heard about a few years ago when common sense went right out the window and everything broke.
"A friend will tell you that you look great even if you don't because they expect you to tell them the same in return, reinforcing their perceived reality. They don't want you to pick out their flaws, they just want to be told that everything is fine. But me, I'm not your friend, I don't stand to benefit from telling you half-truths. I'll tell it to you straight and I expect you to do the same with me, are we clear?"
This is certainly the toughest pre-school introduction day in history. I want my parents...
Jul. 1.2007