Internalized cum grunts given outward voice, literal faces, Venn diagrams and both things can be true, triptychs, Bach's Mass in B Minor

Tuesday 4/29/25

"The literal face I make when..."

Why must we talk like this? What is that "literal" doing for you? As opposed to the metaphorical face you make? "The face I make when..." See how that's the same except not stupid? Why would one wish to present themselves as stupid if they don't have to?

To fit in, I suppose. Because the less stupid you are--and the less shallow, decent, and really any good things--the more problems you will have in this world right now.

But it's not like most people are smart enough to plan this out. They just say the same stupid shit that everyone else says the same stupid way. And they can't even help it. They're only going to be, could only ever be, that which is around them.

Dumb people think saying "Venn diagram" will show people how smart they are.

Along the same lines: Dumb people think saying, "Both things can be true"--and the person who says that once has said it thousands of other times--makes them a brilliant thinker and social critic.

People are like a band that has this one three-note riff that they is the basis for every song they have.

On Instagram you can post three photos in a sort of triptych display. Or just post the one or two photos. Not only do so many people--it's usually women--post nothing but photos of themselves, they'll post what's basically the same photo--with minute variants (like their head has turned a quarter of an inch)--side by side by side for that post. If instead of three photos you could display twenty photos at once, they'd go with that.

Me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me.

The narcissism in our society is boundless. People are now mostly only capable of caring about themselves, never mind that they are not interesting and are so insubstantial that the only reason for them to care about themselves is because they happen to be themselves. There's nothing else there to even recommend them to them. Just that they are them.

People pretend to care about other things based on how much they think that will garner attention for them. It all comes back to...Me! Me me me me me me me me me me me me!

It's not an experiment if you know what the result will be, so I can't say I'm doing one as much as I'm charting and providing evidence for how this world works right now, but I posted a photo of that card I sent my niece on Instagram yesterday.

How many likes do you think that got? If you've been paying attention, you know how this works by now, if you didn't before. That would be zero. Why? Because it was authentic, different than what anyone else would do, heartfelt, substantive.

Good means bad in our world. Bad means good. Put in whatever adjectives you wish. Stupid means good. Shallow means likable. Everything is inverted. Everything comes back to the idea of, "Am I like this other person? Do I talk as they talk? Is that how I behave? Am I capable of doing what they do? Could I be that other person? Are they achievable for me?"

Look at Pat McAfee. He's just a gross, thoughtless, fat-padded before his time, perpetually thirteen, boozy idiot. Seriously--you can see him sweating booze on TV. Why do you think he's sweating like that? It's alcohol.

In the mind of many an adult football fan, he is them. They feel like they're watching themselves if they had only known someone in the business to get them that job. "I'm like he is!" His caveman mind with his caveman thoughts--more like internalized cum grunts that is then given an outward voice--aligns with their caveman minds and thoughts. The three very simple puzzle pieces snap together. Thus, mega popularity. For being an idiot.

I was listening to Bach's Mass in B Minor yesterday, revisiting the concluding Dona nobis pacem portion several times, and thinking about aliens. I think about being a tour guide to visiting aliens. It's a model I use. Remember when you visited colleges, and you'd be in a tour group and the tour guide would be walking backwards as they spoke--and probably made a joke about their ability to walk backwards? Like that, but it's the world, there are a couple aliens here for the morning, and I'm taking them around.

And the aliens, hearing the Bach, would be like, "One of you idiots did this? So there was a non-idiot?" But they'd be incredulous that the person who did what Bach did was a member of the same species. That would blow their alien minds. They would have a hard time accepting that on the space ride home.