World in my eyes
Today, Spotify offered me playlist with names like Life Sucks, Broken Heart and some other morbid stuff. The good news is that they are obviously reading my writing musings. The bad news is that they obviously take them for real. Word!
I started playing Life Sucks. It eased in with R.E.M’s Everybody Hurts, then it went on with Radiohead’s Creep and RHCP’s Under The Bridge. Halfway through, The Verve started with The Drugs Don’t Work. All in all, a good but morbid mood. But it made me think.
For a creative individual, the worst thing is the blank sheet of paper, the empty frame or the blank space after long moments of staring at it. It feels like a curse with a spice of ineptitude and pinch of despair.
There is this desire bursting inside prompting you to unleash your creative powers and then nothing. Zilch. Null. Nothing comes out. Just bits and pieces, incoherent as ever. – a bit of a turd really. You can’t help it. It’s just the way it is, really.
The man in the mirror looks back at me. Sometimes, I get the feeling that I don’t know him at all. Other times, he is my best friend. We do have a strange relationship.
We couldn’t be more different, him and I. I have my dreams, aspirations and convictions. He is a realist, never shifting away from what things really are. Don’t get me wrong, he can be excited, humorous and covered in tears. But he never overdoes it. He is the one that, no matter what, is always calling the shit for what it is – shit.
People are projecting. We often find it difficult to look at the facts and judge based on them. Instead, we pay more attention to our emotions, current physiological state and mostly what we believe is the truth. Perception is everything and perceiving is highly subjective.
One of the main reasons that fake news or “alternative facts” are taking over the world in recent years, is that they seem plausible in the eyes of the consumer. For her, it doesn’t really matter if they are or if they are not true, they just sound real.
Voting populist seems to be a thing of the modern age. Well, not really, but it in the west part of the world it certainly feels like it.
Yesterday, The Guardian had a pretty interesting section published on the topic and even a quiz, so I could figure out where I stand exactly politically. It turns out that I am closest to the current Mexican president and I couldn’t be farther away from the 45th of the USA. The Guardian has spoken.
This comes in just handy, as I have been thinking a lot lately about what makes a person forget logic and release the inner primal fear at the voting station…