It can be quite frustrating that during a day I process so much data, old ladies walk on sidewalks instead of staying near their coffins. Children are let out of their cages and even allowed in supermarkets. Faces opening closing in youtube videos, words supposedly formed by an evolved species on Twitter.
These are the little things that all start adding up in a day, and yet I am adding one more thing to that. This post(ish).
I think it has come to a point where just not interacting with things already feels like an achievement, and for me that means I have done enough. I am not some goody two shoes overachiever so really just being able to dig a hole and nap in it can seem like something a role model would do.
On that note I think the term role model really has a different meaning these days, depending who you ask it can be an actual model that rolls across the screen yelling body positivity or a rolex model who has convinced people they have an IQ higher than the 12 hours clocks digits; even worse that no IQ is required.
I digress though. The little things are hard to pin down until they swarm and go killer bee on your mind, they nibble like ants but first, feel like a hug.
Then wham bam thank you mam you think your opinion matters and write a post called the little things.
At least the dog is cool.
Systems that are very fragmented can feel just like that, and everything in our world is fragmented and our minds follow. We build our relations and world view in the same fashion, it may seem like we are whole but family is just a word when you strip away the false bravado and trendy chatter.
Personally I don't mind people being fractured, their connections broken , it does not affect me unless they affect me in which case I do need to remove them. This is harder with some than others but never impossible.
Regardless those are just the general days of our lives really, not even a true observation just a unspoken, "yeah, so what."
The thing that irks me more is how social media and just online entities even Hive can be so fractured, so "not really working" and I keep coming back to this and that.
It does make me think that like with photorealistic 3D something cannot look real if there are not imperfections.
So maybe all the little things are agitating, bothersome, want to make me stab something, I don't really care what it is; fuck you orange.
Maybe all the little things if I step back are just what make it a bit more real to interact with, to be around, to observe.
The trick is maybe to know that somehow, all the little things can just be left on the lawn and you can step back in and close the door.
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