Is it reductive to imagine the world would be a better place if people understood that much of what they thought, did, and want doesn’t matter? That it’s okay for us energetic few who feel compelled to output paragraphs of our own ideas into a world that really doesn't care about them to take a break and enjoy what few joys we do have? Of course, some of us just don't get it, and that by claiming being happy with our own situations in the world is enough, we are actively gatekeeping against those who aren't. What a pity it is to be anyone who thinks their happiness matters more than anyone else's. Perhaps they're part of the unhappiest gaggle of Americans in three decades and painfully unaware of the world around them?
The truth is, we’re all stuck in systems. Regardless of what we call them, there is no escape from order out of our control, whether that be natural or man made. Your position in life is dictated by a system you try to follow. Each level of consciousness, from quantum particles to societies follows systems of increasing complexity. The weather is a damn system outside of our comprehension, and still some people think what they do matters. I think I just accidentally convinced myself that free will doesn’t exist?
I’ve been reading a lot of Michael Crichton recently. I loved him as a kid, and still have regular fond memories of his stories like a good book will do. It was yesterday, finishing The Lost World, that I realized Ian Malcom has a point. We are constrained by group behavior, and even those of us who try so desperately to flee it really just end up moving to another more comfortable system. Think about the current American political dichotomy. Since the end of the 90’s the American political consciousness has been consistently splitting itself farther and farther apart as the momentum of discourse has increasingly made even the most minute disagreements cantankerous for the average American to contemplate. Of course, the most unbearable pain is chronic, and given the choice of internalized discord or comfort amongst people you may not have once seen as your allies, the average man or woman will switch systems. Unless you’re a vixen for pain, I bet even you have found yourself surrounded by strange allies these past few years. You might even like this change. It highlights the “problematics” you never saw before. How crazy must’ve been when you found out that one of those people had lived in your community? I
See, what pisses me off is the lack of respect you walnuts have for anything and anyone that doesn’t fit your cookie-cutter worldview. The utter disillusionment you have with the system. There is no system! There are one million-billion-trillion different little things that you could define as a system--and that’s an vast underestimate.
To paraphrase Tim Urban: Wouldn’t you do what they’re doing if you were in their shoes?