Activists are fucking annoying. All they do is whine and whine until they get what they want. Just a’buncha perpetual nuisances. But damn it, they get results; after enough impassioned rhetoric, marches, boycotts, sit-ins, destruction of property (and memes) institutions (both corporate and political) become fatigued and begrudging policy change results. Even private individuals can be swayed by this (at times white noise-esque) persistence: they can be ‘annoyed’ into Tolerance™ and/or Political Correctness™, but here’s the thing: all the stuff that fuels our prejudiced mindsets doesn’t just magically disappear post annoyed-into-acquiescence; it lies dormant, resurfaces after the tension of suppression becomes too much to bear. That’s why we’re sat here—in this time of hoverboards and flying cars—shrugging our shoulders, wondering why we haven’t reached the proverbial mountaintop yet. Thing is: Every last one of us are chock-full of suppressed fears that have the potential to manifest themselves as all sorts of self-destructive absurdity.
Once-a’goddamn-gain the big issue is fear1.
With that said I’m not of the belief that we need to ‘just love each other’; we gotta neutralize fear before we worry about all that kumbaya shit. Question is: How can activism—which is great at engineering incredibly strong bandages—neutralize fear? In other words: How can we cultivate a ‘more permanent’ peace? Is there any way to DRASTICALLY change our corrupted-by-fear nature? Wait…what the hell am I doing? Why am I being so damn abstract? This is about me! This is about MY fear. Not anyone else’s. I gotta figure out how to overcome my own bullshit. Why am I trying to include others in this? If I overcome my own shit I can become an EXAMPLE of fearlessness.
Why does this have to be so damn hard? Why can’t I just yell at people? Critique shit? Write preachy-ass, pretentious articles that no one reads? I’m pretty good at that shit. Going out in this scary-ass world and being fearless is too damn hard. Also, people think you’re crazy when you do that shit (until you’re martyred of course). What a lonely-ass ride.
1. Feeling as if you have more worldly fears than another is a helluva thing to mentally wrestle with (especially if you think that other person is ‘responsible’ for these fears). The more you try to reconcile it the more it bugs you, and the more you feel the need to ‘do’ something. What that something is is often unclear…that is until you check your newsfeed, pop on the TV…and see people who seem to know EXACTLY what to do! SCORES of ’em! And they LOOK just like YOU!!! Now you can ‘do something’ without physically lashing out against either the ‘source’ of your existential angst or yourself. And when you think about it: that shit’s kinda divine. Especially if you can ‘change’ some shit in the process.↩