I’ve been working non-stop since 7 am with no end in sight so I decided to venture onto Facebook for some mindless scrolling.
That was when I discovered that my nervous system cannot be adapted to tolerating boundless idiocy. I’m very sheltered. I don’t meet idiots and I have purged my blog to the point where I now only have extraordinarily brilliant commenters.
Of course, I didn’t add any idiots on Facebook. But other people did. And the moment I open the Facebook account, I find the kind of stupidity I didn’t even know existed in real life. There are Putinoids lurking everywhere. They look completely normal but there is madness hiding inside.
I read this bit recently by Slavoj Zizek where he crowed happily about working at a research centre where he doesn’t have to teach students, at least most of the time. I know it’s been great sport to beat on Zizek lately, but I’m pretty sure that bit’s genuine. 🙂
I stopped having students many years ago, shortly after a Zen Master told me that my students were even worse than the “sitting Zazen-posing, mantra-humming gnats” he’d apparently been cursed with after arriving from Japan.
I am on holiday in a spot where the people are entirely guilty of being shambolic masses worthy of Charlie Brooker’s scorn, a place Simon Pegg likely visited before modelling most of the plot of “Shaun of the Dead” on its people. I don’t know exactly where it’s going to take my writing, but it can’t be good that I’ve been humming the theme song from “Dawn of the Dead” …
Not all of us are meant to have happy lives, mind you. 🙂
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I like the word “shambolic.” Why isn’t it used where I live? Here it’s all “cool, not cool.” Boring!
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DOUBLEPLUSUNCOOL
It’s in the sixteenth edition of the Newspeak dictionary, and it replaces “ungood” … 🙂
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You can always improve the quality of your Facebook feed by inviting brilliant commenters from here to there. 🙂 🙂
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I don’t want people to think that I’m stalking them. But after this comment, I might friend you on Facebook.
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