We are sick of being special. (disclaimer: feeling rather dry today. read with a salted palette)
There are no cameras following you out the door, watching you get in your car and spying while you buy groceries. There are no thoughts in the produce-stacker's head about which bunch of carrots you or I will want to buy. The carrots are all the same, piled in a pyramid, because bounty is seductive. It is basic marketing, not unique love-vibes directed to your personal needs.
The local transportation bus sports a banner that asks if you are "job hunting? RTD is hiring!" They already know you are job-hunting; unemployment rates being what they are. They are not offering you a job, but the opportunity to trudge through yet another de-humanizing cross-examination only to hire fifty people and waste five-hundred other people's time.
Job applications smell like lottery tickets smelling like college credits smelling like a dog's promises to never pee on the carpet ever again.
We desire work, desire rest, and desire inspiration.
Inflicted with disease, discrimination, stress and thousands of other "special" circumstances that face living creatures, no one is exempt.
There are ways to cope most of the time. there are also ways to change what we can change.
You are your most influential judge.
If you are not convinced of something, you probably won't respect it. If you want to be convinced of something, you can still operate under it's rules.
Whatever you want to do.
So, what do you want to hear?
Want me to agree with your conclusions? okay:
You are an alchoholic; you have low-self esteem, ADHD, and are bi-polar and struggle with anger, baby-making hips, constipation and can't seem to afford anything, ever.
Baaaaaad job, people.
Does this help you accept yourself? Are you sure that your inherently evil soul is satiated with the failure of the suit you embody?
Are we not totally sick of being told to rise above our disabilities and conquer our peers? Aren't we tired of having to be special?
Speciality is what drives evolution of species. Not the flourishing of species, but the next stage...the morphing, weeding out of the weak, and the glimpse into the future of that species. If everyone believes they are that future, don't we ALL dwindle and become extinct?
Granted, we are not the only species that appear to be wiping ourselves out (with war, individualism, destruction of resources, etc); we see it in other species too, including plants. Some of this appears to be genetic. Some of it just instinctual. The table is piled high with carrots, they are cheap and we are drawn to it's bounty.
When a tree is under stress, it produces as much seeds as possible, to ensure the future of it's species. blah blah blah.
What are we so worried about being special for? Isn't this absurd, insane and somehow beautiful existence enough? What is with this driving need for greatness. And not just for greatness, but greatness above other greatnesses?
Hi, my name is Sally. I'm a Virgo, moon in Capricorn, with a Capricorn rising. I eat THIS way and I like THIS music and i CARE about the right things. Great for me!
Oh, and I work on a farm and am going to start my OWN farm; it will be utopia and will feed the world! woohoo!!!
Well, that felt good to get out. You might think i am hopelessly cynical or simply toying around with existential issues. I don't know about that. I am cynical, for sure and it keeps me passionate when the stressors get too high. However, the whole argument with "specialism" or "chosenness" is something i have had issues with for awhile. Lately I have noticed alot of folks obsessing over being the ideal of their ideals; often labeled "savior complexes." I would love to hear your thoughts! I'm serious. I won't be mean, unless you already think i am mean. then, i guess i am mean, or whatever.