To accuse others for one’s own misfortunes is a sign of want of education. To accuse oneself shows that one’s education has begun. To accuse neither oneself nor others shows that one’s education is complete.
— Epictetus
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The Year(s) Of Corona-Chan As It Was, So Shall It Be
“Happy” New Year. 😐 Frankly, there seems little to celebrate and less to differentiate 2022. In these, the years of Corona-Chan and the media’s and the Democrats’ manipulation of the surrounding panicdemic, one year just runs into the next, and none seem any better than the last.
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FARMINGTON, Despite being deeply dissatisfied with nearly every aspect of his life, local man Paul Gallardo told reporters Thursday that he was terrified to realize he could very easily continue to exist in such an unhappy state and probably would do so indefinitely.
Gallardo, a part-time file clerk who is unmarried and has few meaningful relationships of any kind, stated that although his personal and professional circumstances were an ongoing source of distress, he feared they would never be sufficiently unbearable to compel him to remedy his situation. According to Gallardo, after more than four decades of living with his painful but entirely manageable loneliness, he was unlikely to ever improve himself, a fact he said has filled him with dread.
“I’ve always been miserable, but I guess I haven’t been quite miserable enough to do anything about it,” said Gallardo, 44, who added that while his daily life is consistently unpleasant, he has never felt the need to abuse alcohol or drugs to numb his emotional anguish. “I still go to my awful job, still pay my rent, still eat a whole frozen pizza pretty much every night. I hate every minute of it, but it’s not making me panic or reassess my life or anything. I kind of wish it did, though.”
“And that’s what’s so scary,”continued Gallardo. “I’m sad, really sad, but I’m also pretty comfortable with everything. God, I hate to say it, but I could see myself doing this for years.”
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is why we can’t have nice things. Clothed in the velvet glove of sarcasm or not, the iron-fisted truth of the matter is that this sums up the lives and attitudes of the majority of people in the Civilized World, especially those within America’s borders.
We have, as a whole, degenerated into a society of drones, comfortable in our malaise and complacent in our misery. We don’t ever truly consider helping ourselves and our sole exercise in helping other has been reduced to #hashtagerry.
To paraphrase T.S. Eliot, this is the way the world ends, not with a bang, not even with a whimper, but a soft sigh of ennui.
This entry was posted on Friday, May 30th, 2014 at 7:33 am and is filed under Society.
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