A Peasant’s Point of View

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I mind my own business; and when I don’t, it’s almost unfailingly in an attempt to try and sway an opinion in the direction of something I consider to be a worthy cause. Otherwise, it’s totally my nature to keep my head down and work on my own shit – easily block out the presence of others around me. I have nearly perfected the art of this: buzzing a loud noise directly through and across the existence of anyone else around me, in attempt to blend them in with background noise of the world around me. I’ve done this since childhood, perhaps as a coping mechanism to guide a lone little girl through a world of her chauvinistic, harsh pack of male wolves, who knows?
Anyway, the older I become this ability fades away – despite my heightened need for its effects; forcing me to have to deal with the noise of these people – people who would undoubtedly be shut-out by my buzz in past times. I’ve been forced to listen to their mess, my ears and mind assailed by the menial bullshit that such people consider as “problems” in their sugar-coated lives. It’s really hard on me, and I guess that bothers me in itself because what does that say about the shallow depths of my heart, in my creature.
I live with two people who have been spoon fed goodness since the days they were each born into a shiny, happy world full of promise and sunshine. Each was the first born in his family; each has the proverbial, doting mother who’s clueless to the ways of the Real World, and they both also have the patriarchal, idiot father in whom the family only “respects” for his pocket-book. Neither of my roommates has ever had to be without. Ever.
Their moms call them daily, and talk about shit that is irrelevant to everyone involved, including loads of slander surrounding other siblings and family members; their dads agree to help them do their taxes for free (and then end up paying the taxes and the late fees because of “memory loss”). Their siblings look up to them and treat them as if they are Apollo or whatever, further enabling the facade of importance and worth in the Real World. In both cases, this particular type of sibling idolization stems from the lies the parents have told the children all along about each child’s worth in the world, naturally creating a losing power struggle for the younger ones. They both did the six year college plan – and Mommy and Daddy footed the bill (which was inarguably a fuckload of money in each case); neither one graduated with a degree (which summarizes well, what they spent their six consecutive college years doing). Never the less, the place I live in once belonged to the well-to-do parents of one of them, in the days prior to his return from college, with no diploma. Still, here we are – they gave him the house anyway – I guess they feel like he earned it after partying so hard all those years in college, I don’t know.
The other one who rents one of the other wings, er – um, I mean “rooms” here is just as spoiled rotten in lifestyle, if not more extreme. He is the one who’s fucking despicable bitch girlfriend just got out of Club Fed for white collar crime; need I say more? What kind of thing steals from a corporation to the extent of millions of dollars and actually thinks they’ve succeeded in this day and age, anyway?
I have been stuck playing Mommy to the bitch’s high-maintenance little rat dogs that bark constantly for over a year now – yeah, I said a year…that’s all that happens to you when you rob someone blind, as long as you have money to get yourself out of trouble with the law – even if it’s stolen money…as long as they can’t trace it – the bitch makes me want to vomit. Literally.
Once, I sat in my room and listened to my roommates as they visited with an old college buddy who had dropped in to visit. They were all comparing the value of the estates that they had to look forward to receiving upon the collective deaths of their parents…a conversation that still gives me goose bumps to think about. Would I do the same if I had parents with fuckloads of money? Would I have grown up to be that same variation of the human species? Does ease in life and lots of money really make that much a difference in the psychological realm of existence? I suppose the answer is yes. This reality disgusts me even more than being poor does.

 

The Differences Between us

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I once believed in my fellow human being – the same kind of human being as the kind that I am:  a creature that is fully capable and often willing to lay importance at the feet of anything outside of itself, genuine in the spirits of kindness and empathy. I used to have faith of embarrassing depths in the notion that most, if not all, other people I knew were hardwired to perceive something as seemingly innate as the consideration of needs belonging to those besides ourselves. I have learned in the hardest of ways, however, that the vast majority of so-called humans, are in stark contrast to the type of human being that I remain. When I use the word “remain” to describe the way I feel about the obvious differences between me and 9 out of 10 people that I know, it’s meant to convey the underlying sense that I harbor regarding the human species’ and the Darwinian theory of physiological evolution. It seems as if people, or at the very least – those whom reside in even the most subtle of urban populations, are speedily adapting to our surrounding stimuli and environmental variables, as we have historically done in social settings; there is no profound or enlightening information surrounding human ability to adapt in a wide range of extremely disparate scenarios.  The difference that I have repeatedly observed as quite an alarming implication of the future course all of humankind – one that has become increasingly prevalent and even sub-consciously celebrated in our populations worldwide – would most certainly be the way in which humankind has branched out within the parameters of those adaptations.

For example, in the Missing Link Theory of human genetics, we have perceived this Missing Link as the bridge that will explain the vast differences between the behaviors and cultures of the modern human (Homo sapien) lifestyle and those of our closest ancestors, Homo neanderthalensis i.e. “Ötzi, The Ice Man” and Homo floresiensis i.e. “Flo, The Flores Man”. Our species were separated by differences in lifestyle so vast and dumbfounding, that the only reasonable cause for such differences has been identified as evolution. This apparently random type of “leap mutation” between genetically embedded codes associated with each species, miraculously proved to be the essence of Human Evolution. There remains an unknown variable (the missing link) that was theoretically a necessary element that directly caused the effected fast-track of the human species to the top of the food chain during this evolutionary shift in power amongst our ancient ancestors and those similar in classification. Scientists cannot say for certain why it was US (humans), as opposed to the various hominid species around at that point in history (at least one class is known to have had notably larger brains than humans) – excelled in the unprecedented advancements we achieved. The sudden explosion of creative processes such as the formation and widespread use of verbal and symbolic communications, tool crafting and building, and hunting wild animals for use of meat, fur and hide, practices never before mastered by any mammalian creature, offers evidence that something physiological happened that changed the wiring in the human brain – thus, explaining the extreme adaptations to the human physique and lifestyle.

Every other hominid-family species died off shortly after our time of shared existence. The next amazing fact surrounding our exceptional evolutionary leap ahead of our counterparts – would undoubtedly be how our species not only survived the mass dying-out of our entire family of genetic kin, we seemed to have flourished throughout such an ordeal; our skills became honed and our crafts were practiced and perfected to an art. We have prevailed at the top of the food chain for centuries – on an innately hardwired quest in search of knowledge through discovery and control through dominance. The ever-more-familiar changes in human behavior (generally speaking) speak volumes to me about how deeply embedded the notion of selfishness and self-absorption truly have become in the mutants all around me – the mutated versions of would-be human beings that make up the easy majority of the national population – and most likely – the Global Population. These obnoxiously shallow creatures are the type who don’t think the rules of the world apply to them, and act accordingly in every aspect of daily life; these are the assholes who don’t feel like they should have to wait in traffic like the rest of us, so they cut in line or drive the shoulder; the very same people who steal and lie unnecessarily – in the spirit of being “control” over what doesn’t belong to them. The collective human mind has quickly become over- motivated by a tangible, tradable wealth; in place the eternally important spiritual one.

A friend of mine said the other day, “The ideology of Control has slipped behind the driver’s seat and gotten onto the highway…” to which, I replied, “I hate to rain on your Socratic Parade, but, Control was the genius that designed and built the fuckin’ car…”

The urge harbored for centuries by humankind to control is equivalent to a social poison; a toxicity to the brain that likely infected and killed off those distant genetic cousins of ours during the Great Leap era. What puzzles me more than how we humans managed to out-evolve Neanderthals known to have had larger brains than ours, is how we have subsequently , and collectively – managed to evolve this far without the genocidal response of this seemingly genetic need to control. When faced with the question of whether or not I feel assured in my fellow human being’s ability to evolve in a “civilized” and broadly acceptable manner to which decent people should naturally have a tendency to accept and abide by, it gives me pause to think. My response would be yes, I feel confident of our species’ abilities; the uncertainty that I harbor falls much closer within the areas of human willingness and desire to forge ahead – with any true or virtuous motivation.

You’re probably sitting there, wondering, what the fuck is the point of this post?

I know – so am I…

I suppose the bottom line of this rant about my fellow human being – both the mutated and non-mutated forms of it – turns out to liquid-damaged and impossible to define; surprise, surprise. All I know is that I am chewing it up and pondering heavily: the notion of another Missing Link scenario repeating itself the not-so-distant future, another point in ultimate history that can potentially later be described as the phenomenon of an apparently super-accelerated genetic branching within the human species. Think of this the next time that you are the unfortunate victim of the inconsiderate douchebag who blocks you into your parking spot at the post office simply as a means of saving his own time and energy; or the time some idiot tried to jack you for your rightful seat at a show, because everyone knows that you should totally be okay with paying for a drunken stranger to enjoy Kevin Neelan, Dennis Miller and Dana Carvey in your place.  Maybe a few of you might pick up what I’m putting down here; try and look around you and identify the differences that are becoming increasingly extreme between an old-world, empathic and considerate human being – and the more recently evolved and “refined” human being mutation – those who are unable to venture beyond the compounds of self-gratifying, self-serving and self-perseverance to a an obnoxious fault. The differences will only get more divisive over time, I would imagine; which leaves me with an anxiety hard to convey in words.

…just sayin…