“Individualism” we, or! Should I say you? Or more aptly “I am” as all are, individualistically living in the midst of it. For some, it is a Happy Utopia, until they turn on the news & quickly change the channel. For others (Many) it is a DISTOPIA.
Welcome to WEST WORLD
We, in the West and in the ever growing, expanding Matrix of Corporate domination, aka World rule, are so caught up with how we look, how we are seen, perceived. That a question arises are we slightly obsessed, so much so, that we will not leave the house until something resembling Adonis or Dionysus is achieved through a mist of hairspray and an intoxicating haze of seductive perfume is looking back at you from your bathroom mirror. So in some instances, you could say; that our confidence is bought out of a bottle.
Then sadly there is the almost opposite of this sassy utopian individualism, medically known as Agoraphobia which, (loosely) some may know as the fear of going outside. But wait! There is a cure-all for this, this, utopian condition, like a fast-food psychological drive thru. A side effect of low self-esteem, with a side of depression and a topping of severe anxiety, Many could debate that our individual conditions are a way of conditioning the less fortunate or the more sensitive to fear the Matrix, the Corporate monster that is the true Face of Fascism helped along by the less educated or the psychotic intellectual and help divide people with T.V Shows such as Benefit cheats and scroungers or Body and lifestyle demigod-Dery , 24 hour reality wealth and the zang to that zing is rolling 24 hours news “ Don’t’ Panic” your individual integrations are provided by medical corporations and come in a box called “Xanax” in fact the top 3 drugs/antidepressants as found in the journal, “The Lancet” (Or as I have just now nicknamed it “The Zappit”) is Zoloft, Prozac and Lexapro which come in first place (Yay!! Gold medal) for a combination of effectiveness and mercy of mercies fewer side effects. In some, okay, many instances you could say; that our confidence or compliance is bought out of a bottle. or for the less agoraphobic the feel good factor is slipped off a clothes hanger from one of the many declining “boom and bust (Tax Fraud) high street clothes Boutiques’ and if you can afford it, your individualism is boosted by a beautiful beautician at a beauty parlour, a little relaxation, massaged shoulders, manicured hands, pedicured feet, massaged at the hips and if fortunate enough tweaked at the nips. And later on, given an even bigger chemical boost, this time in a shot glass slid expertly along a bar top as though slung by a bar tender from the Wild West. That is a snorting, neo-pill popping Wild West.
On a more holistic level, we boost our individual confidence from working out on a treadmill. Which is fine, great in-fact, nothing wrong in looking good and be being healthy, nothing wrong in getting tipsy or being a happy drunk. Drugs, Cocaine, like alcohol do not always agree with everyone. The difference, to which there are few is, for example, “The aggressive drunk versus the Cocaine asshole” and Last, but by far the least of the many problems that sprout like weeds from a once scented banqueted field of flowers to a now over grown, unkempt garden, charcoaled green poison ivy power of addiction and Assholery.
But is there a hidden cost, which, dependant on where you bought the clothes from or, the Massage Parlour, where if so inclined, you received your “happy ending” or in truth, if you have ever visited a legit Thai Masseuse and you have actually experienced, received a true and proper Thai Massage, Then Ejaculation is, from a more or less flaccid, relaxed penis guaranteed, depending on how well trained the Masseuse is. And I am fortunately speaking from a place of experience in having this Authentic, original and traditional Thai massage experience. My Masseuse was a Lady of at least 60 and she threw me about like Dwayne Johnson when he was known as “The Rock”. The only difference being is that, as fit and as Handsome as Mr Johnson is, he, unlike the ageing grandmother who, when I was in my mid-twenties has never made me Orgasm! (Sorry Dude)
Speaking of The Rock, our modern Adonis, pumping Iron, or, as I sometimes like to Joke, “Pumping Gym” (known as James to his friends) We are stretching, striving and reaching out in the pursuit of perfection of the body beautiful. This pursuing, of the crease free six pack, can become your all, “you are everything” Sadly, maybe to the point of steroid use. With (like many may know) artificial boosters do and can to varying degrees, impair your emotional/mental state, your physical capabilities also, like if driving drunk? Your mind is in Formula one mode “The Senna effect” but in reality, your body is as rigid a jelly fish. But your individual mind is telling you “Your invincible” or like running a marathon after shooting up cocaine would be, one could imagine a case of “Run Forest Run” and you would keep on running and thinking how awesome you are, you are No1, while in reality, the race finished hours ago, but your still running, as maybe!! There is a medal? or a record to be broken? That in your individually, chemically challenged state you have never even heard of (but you’ll make one up) and carry on, thinking how awesome all the people watching must think you are! While in reality all the spectators are at home having dinner. Yet, right enough, they are watching you, but on T.V. Courtesy of the local news Helicopter, possibly dubbing you “the long distance runner,” and if you are lucky “Gump” but I would imagine something less flattering.
So what am I trying to convey to you here? Snorting Coke turns some folks into dicks and in turn, dicks, penises look for hookers. Or there is nothing such as “true individualism” but that depends on what I mean by true?
Of course, we are all individual beings. But if we were truly individual then, either the corporate markets, fashion houses or any micro or macro institution would never be able to pigeon hole us. There would be no such thing as stereotypes, because we, firstly, would be all alike or, secondly! We would be all different and for ever growing and changing much like the creation of a star or a Tree in an almost constant state of flux a metamorphosis.from seed to sapling to root and branch to swaying in the breeze,
In my opinion, both points mentioned above are true but in where some stick to one Brand, saving up their Loyalty points and on the other hand the individuals who change their Hairstyle not every season as the fashion houses dictate but every week. In so many ways we have our Parents, Grandparents, our ancestors, to thank for not just fighting many, many wars. Oops! Did I just write “just” for fighting wars” (how weak of me) Thank God they did.
But to our predecessors of this once glorious Garden of which we are the inheritors of which individually, collectively we are not there. Even the Madmen of 50’s New York who Bill Hicks liked to call and it is so apt more now than ever now the modern Ad-Men “ Satan’s Spawn” for individually creating something, a trend, a change in fashion, a law. Of which one springs to mind, so three cheers to William Wilberforce an individual who fought and brought together a collective thought.
In Carl Jung’s of his terminology, a collective un/consciousness to a degree but, more a collective goal, the empathy of Wilberforce through individual understanding wisdom and knowledge.
All men/persons of enlightened understandings, who acknowledge the moral government of God, must also acknowledge, that vice must offend and virtue delight him. In short, they must, more or less, assent to the Scripture declaration, “without holiness no man shall see the Lord.” (W.W)
Jesus, the Buddha, Mohammed and Krishna if alive then would have washed his feet.
And if alive today would be hopped up on my favourite short term dose 10mg of Diazepam.
Or training the mind, meditation, and seeking knowledge.
We have been pigeon holed /divided so much that it is time to let the Doves fly free. And once again become the gardeners the gate keepers and instructors of this world, INDIVIDUALLY.
if you wish to conquer something, try conquering yourself first and last. become like a mustard seed. you are a masterpiece in waiting.