The Assholization of the World

It used to be that you knew where and who the assholes were and you could easily, if not always, avoid them handily. They were the asshole at the drycleaners, the jerk at the DMV, that weirdo down at the bottom of the steps to the subway…all easily identified and avoided as needed. But in recent times, pre-dating Trump actually, the assholes have had a resurgence and are just about everywhere you look. In the past an asshole was someone who, through their own machinations or simply from fate, had an axe to grind with the world and because you were a member of that general demographic, they directed their righteous anger at you. That anger was usually predicated on some apparent slight they had suffered at the hands of “them”. “Them” being the nameless, faceless demigods of society who control the universe from the darkness, from the shadows.

Not you but that makes no difference.

Today there is an asshole just about everywhere you look, stoked by social media, they shout and scream about whatever the “shit dujour” is. They are increasingly loud, pedantic and overbearing…aghast that you don’t immediately join their cause because, after all, they’re right and the entire planet of almost 8 billion are absolutely wrong. And they will go into excruciating detail explaining exactly why.

They are Infowars conspiracy nuts.

They are ultra-left-wing progressives.

They are #metoo protagonists

They are InCel dumbfucks

They are, well shit, pick a category and you will find an asshole.

The point is that there are more assholes today than there were yesterday and there will be more of the little buggers yelling at you tomorrow. All indignantly “correct” in the sphere of influence in their own tiny worlds but absolutely determined to indoctrinate you as an honorary member.

So what do you do?

When presented with an asshole, simply imagine them as some sort of wild animal who is screaming a guttural or keening cry as they wander around civilization…looking for a home, their own wild animal family or even just a warm dark place to sleep. They scream in an animal non-language like a cat meowing or dog barking; meaningful to other cats and dogs but useless to humans.

Pretty soon they stop screaming at you because you won’t respond in their animal language and they go away, or simply get too tired to be an asshole.

Seriously, assholes have expiration dates.

DID YOU HEAR ME, YOU FUCKING JERK!!

Believe. Go. Do.

~TrevorZen

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Inventing Darkness

We invent darkness, trying
like small children
to stop our own light
our energy
from making shadows
from pushing
moments
into places we cannot
travel…
we invent darkness
to hide, to pretend
to become less;
as we are afraid to be
more, afraid
of being noticed when
being noticed
means
difference…
we invent darkness, always
looking toward
futures without us,
without those moments
we already gave
away
thinking, always thinking
our light is too
bright;
it is not
we invent darkness but
we are
a billion suns
.

What we should know

These are 11 things we should know:

  1. You can do everything right and still lose the game.
  2. Reality doesn’t believe in rainbow farting Unicorns either
  3. Some people will be mean to you regardless what you do or say
  4. Don’t assume they know what you’re talking about
  5. Some issues are binary with demonstrably correct/incorrect answers
  6. Some issues have an enormous spectrum of “shades of grey” answers
  7. It is your responsibility to decide which is which
  8. You can count the number of people who should take responsibility for your actions on one finger pointing back at yourself.
  9. It costs nothing to be nice to people
  10. Government was created to protect you from me, protecting you from you is your responsibility
  11. You cannot truly love another person without having loved yourself first.

There are other things we should know but, start with these, and you’ll get to the rest when you’re ready.

blocking the light

We look in places

where the truth

would never fit

in darkness

when the truth

seeks light, under…

when we know the truth

is above,

we look with eyes

that can’t see,

minds that can’t think, we

search with no map,

with no sense, we

see the truth but can’t…see it…

not with what we have

not with who we are,

not with all that

stands between us;

we are all in our own way,

preventing movement,

blocking the light.

Blocking the

light.

We are not contained,

assembled or aligned

in any way,

in any way toward a common

ending, a common

sense of humanity…instead

we wind our way

down a deadly path, a violent

and fearful fantasy

of truth and lies…

we cannot escape,

cannot evade, cannot

live with

or without

denying our own selves; we

accept it because

our fear is blocking the light.

Blocking

the light.

We are as connected

to each other as never

before

and separated

from ourselves like

nothing since

so we die in droves,

we live in towns

and cities,

in houses of hate,

we live

and die

sensing that in all

that we do

we cannot help

but will always be

blocking

the light.

Blocking

the

light.

The light

that can only

be called

truth.

What You Need

Spade, Bourdain, who’s next? Which lavishly compensated, globally loved celebrity is going to off themselves? Which person, who seemingly has the fucking world on a string, is going to end their life today? Tomorrow?

Damn right I’m fucking mad…

…but not why you probably think.

I’m not mad because they were singularly selfish leaving loved ones to forever…FOREVER…wonder what THEY did wrong and why their loved one; dad, mom, brother, whatever was such an asshole to do what they did. And I’m not mad that they seemingly took in all that life, good luck and happy circumstance had to offer…so much more than the rest of us could ever hope for…and basically threw it all in the trash.
Nope.
I’m mad at them because there are millions, maybe billions, of folks suffering the same dark and scary things, the same deep depression that Spade and Bourdain were suffering but who do not also have the luxury of experiencing all the success, money and fame that they did. What the fuck are they supposed to think now? If wealth, fame and success—the very fucking things that society demands we strive for—do not offer any hope, any relief or happy distraction from the black and eternal hell that some people live everyday inside their heads…
…what’s the goddamn point??

Well…the point is NOT to strive for those things that society demands, it’s NOT to try to make yourself into some smiling automaton eagerly consuming all the garbage that gets shit out of the societal greed machine. The point is NOT to look at people like Spade and Bourdain, to love them as some kind of consumer elevated gods…
…but to look inside yourself, and simply love that person.
To understand that you are not meant to be compared to anyone else. That you are not meant to subscribe to anyone else’s version of happiness…that you were born with everything that you ever need in this life to be happy and to love and cherish yourself. And that by doing so, and ONLY by doing so, will you ever truly love another person.

You are all that you need…to be needed by all.

Believe. Go. Do.
~TrevorZen

the next detail

Have you ever
gotten angry
at your eyes
because something you’re
looking at
is too large, too detailed…
to beautiful
to see it all at once?
And your eyes scan and focus,
unfocus,
move to the next detail,
the next detail
the next detail
because you want to
you HAVE to
see everything at once,
the whole thing
its entirety
as if you could inhale it
in one
long
breath.
But you can’t
because your eyes aren’t fast
enough, aren’t
large enough,
don’t have
the ability, capability
to absorb the massive
amount of information
that you want,
need.
You.
You make me
angry
at my eyes.