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What should I title this post?

Well.  Wednesday.  Okay.  What in the world should I write today?

I don’t know.  I have very little energy at the moment; I feel quite exhausted.  That’s not terribly atypical for me, but it feels worse than usual.  However, since I don’t have any kind of objective, consistent gauge of precisely how exhausted I am (or feel) and certainly have no records of the past gauge readings to which to compare things, I don’t know for sure how my current state compares to my typical state.

 Nor do I know what the distribution of such states is.  Is it a smooth “bell” curve, a Gaussian distribution?  Is it bimodal?  Is it trimodal?  Is it some more weirdly shaped curve, like a function in several different exponential orders of a variable or in more than one variable?  That last one seems most likely.

I guess the specifics don’t really matter, though it would be at least interesting to have an objective, graphical measure of things.

Anyway, I’m tired, my pain continues (as always) and the present “flare” has not significantly died down.  And, unfortunately, there’s nothing in my life to provide any counterbalance to the horrible stuff.

Well, okay, that’s not entirely true, and I should try to avoid being overdramatic.  There are clearly some good things in my life, and particularly, some very good people.  But they are few and far between (in time and space) and/or far away.  I sometimes interacted with some of them through Facebook or Instagram, but I’ve been kicked off those platforms, as you know, for no particular reason I can discern.

Well, it’s their platform, they own it, and I wasn’t paying, so I guess they have the right to do as they please.  But I do hope they all crash and burn and suffer and then cease to exist (I mean Meta/Fuckerberg* and his cronies, not the people with whom I had nominal, distant connections).

I’ve been fairly grumpy lately, as you can probably tell.  Nearly everyone and everything pisses me off at least a little (and I don’t exclude myself from that “everyone”).  This is one of the things that can happen when you’re in pain a lot.  If you also have social difficulties and insomnia and the like, they can contribute, too.  Anxiety really doesn’t help, though its outcome depends upon how one experiences anxiety and how one reacts to it.

This is one of the things that gets me irritated at Yoda™ and the fact that people think his character is very wise, when he really isn’t.  I feel that fact should be called out more often than it is, lest the impressionable populace, particularly young people, get exposed to his trite homilies and think them words by which to live.

For instance, the whole stupid “Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; hate leads to suffering” shit he pulled on the child Anakin in Episode 1 pissed me off and continues to do so.  He seems to imply that fear => anger => hate => suffering as a mathematical theorem, some kind of Jedi syllogism**, which is not necessarily true in any simplistic kind of sense.

It would have been much more useful for him to say “Fear can lead to anger, anger can lead to hate.  Hate itself is a form of suffering, and it’s a contagious one with many potential side effects, so you should learn, not to repress your fear or to deny it, nor to be ashamed of it, but to recognize it, to understand it, and to use it when it is useful rather than allow it to rule you, as it does if you merely give in to it but also if you refuse to let yourself feel it.”

If the Jedi had a sensible approach to such things, I think Anakin would never have fallen to “the dark side”.  That term itself‒the dark side‒betrays bigotry and judgmentalism and arrogance and narrow-mindedness.  Anytime someone defines their side as the light side and their opponents’ as the dark side, you’re in the presence of people who may well be capable of committing self-righteous atrocities, on whatever scale they think serves the “light”, the “good”.

Ironically (perhaps), the attitude toward fear held by the League of Shadows in Batman Begins is healthier than that of the Jedi in at least the prequels of Star Wars***.  They encourage you to embrace your fear, to become it.  They recognize its power, and try to harness it rather than flee from it in the rather ironic fear of fear that the Jedi have.

They have a lot of stupid ideas in the League, of course, including their simple-minded and illogical notions of justice.  And even their ideas about fear are not ideal, just in case you think I endorse them.

But fear, along with pain, boredom, dissatisfaction, and so on, are things that exist and persist because they are useful (at least enough to make them evolutionarily stable).  But they are only so in specific times, places, and situations.  If you have a good reason to be afraid, then you want that fear****, believe me, and you want to listen to it.  And if you feel new-onset pain in your right lower abdominal quadrant, and it doesn’t go away, you want to look into it; something life threatening may be going on.

But when such states‒pain, fear, boredom, dissatisfaction, etc.‒pull free of specific reactive causality and become self-sustaining, free-floating, bootstrap-levitated things that exist merely because they exist, then there is a problem.

I am such a problem.  And as with the majority of even slightly complex problems in (for instance) mathematics, we don’t know how to solve it (or even if there is a possible solution).

Sometimes, eventually, there’s not much to do but to wipe the chalkboard clean.

*Actually, I think their company would be better named Dukha than Meta.  Get it?

**This despite the comically self-contradictory and stupid (and thus out of character) line that Obi-Wan says in episode 3:  “Only a Sith deals in absolutes”.  Obi-Wan!  Are you listening to yourself?  Do you know what an “own goal” is?  You literally just spoke an absolute.  And, oddly enough, though the Jedi love throwing such statements around, I don’t recall any Sith character making such an “absolute” statement.

***Actually, in Episode 5, despite his long exile and his recognized failure due to his arrogance, Yoda© still says some stupid shit to Luke, especially the whole “Do or do not, there is no ‘try’” bullshit.  No, Yoda®, the “do or do not” is only determined by trying.

****To no reasonable surprise, the attitude of the 12th Doctor toward fear, or at least the one he wants to have, is much more logical, and was expressed best in series 8, episode 4 of Doctor Who:  Listen.

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Making blog post headlines out of Shakespearean quotes is boring

Hello and good morning yet again.

It’s now the first full day of Hanukkah, and‒it being the day after Christmas‒it is Boxing Day, at least in the UK and the Commonwealth, and there are possibly other former colonies that recognize the day.

I’ve not found a very good explanation for the name Boxing Day, but I haven’t tried very hard.  It’s not like it matters.  It’s also not very interesting.  For me, at least, it just serves as the basis for a few stupid, tired jokes around the holidays, based on the more common modern meaning of the word “boxing”.

As for other things…

Huh.  I don’t really have any other things going on.  I didn’t do anything yesterday except take a walk to 7-11 and back, which totals a little over three miles.  That’s it.  I got out of work quite a bit later than everybody else on Tuesday, because the final report we needed to do the payroll didn’t arrive until quite a bit later than hoped, and its contents required a lot of work and adjustments.  At least it was quieter once the others in the office left at lunch to do whatever they were going to do with friends and family and/or loved ones.

Sorry.  That’s all very boring, I know, and not really worth writing about.  Trust me, I find it boring as well.  Pretty much everything about me and my life is boring.  And, not to be insulting, but pretty much everything about everyone else’s life is boring to me.  Even seemingly momentous events in the world are boring, and all the celebrities and politicians and billionaires and artists and other prominent people are supremely boring.  Even war and disaster and all those kinds of things are boring, and they also often have the added detriment of being profoundly stupid.

Even science and scientists and science communicators are boring.  The usual science and math YouTube channels I tend to watch would need to throw in some manner of long distance back massage for me to want to watch them most of the time nowadays.  Ditto for podcasts.  Even my favorite science books have been drained to the dregs.

Music, whether listening to it or playing it, is boring.

And, of course, this blog is a waste of time.  Not just this post, but all of it, from the beginning.  It didn’t end up promoting my books, which was my original reason for doing it.  Most of the copies of my books that have been purchased were purchased by me, given to people I know, or people with whom I work and so on, so what money I made from them was money I had spent.

It also clearly hasn’t helped my mental health, or if it has, it didn’t do it very much.  If anything, such help as it has provided has simply prolonged my dreariness.

It’s also not as though it’s worked as a way to reconnect with any old friends, nor really to make new ones‒a few people comment regularly, and that’s nice, but that’s it.  It certainly has failed‒in a very big way‒as a “cry for help”, which is really disappointing, since that was sort of my Princess Leia’s message*.

It’s not surprising, though.  For people to want to help someone, the object of that help has to be worth helping, not to be someone whom helping would actually harm the world.  Who would save Hitler or Stalin or Pol Pot if they were drowning and all onlookers knew who the drowners were and what they had done?

Chronic pain is boring‒and not just in the “boring into you like a drill” sense, though both can coincide.  Insomnia is boring.  And unfortunately, work‒I’m working today and tomorrow, but not on Saturday‒is boring and yet often irritating.  I guess it gives me someplace to go and to be, and to have a few interactions with humans, some of whom I actually like.  But I quickly become boring to them if I talk about things in which I’m interested.

Reading pretty much anything is boring, which is tantamount (for me) to saying that breathing is boring.

But breathing is boring.  It’s tedious and irritating and frustrating to have to keep breathing, and to have to keep eating and drinking and excreting.  Life is something the only value of which is self-justifying, circular, and tautological.  It doesn’t have any extrinsic value‒how could it?  Only living things can value things, so of course they’re prone to imagine that life is important, in the same sense that the laws of nature are important, but it’s not.

From the outside, death is boring, too.  From the outside, however, only the living are assessing it.  From the inside, actual death is neither boring nor exciting.  It is nothing and it is nothingness.  It’s not even like a never-ending dial tone or the endless static of an empty TV channel.  It is, rather, whatever is north of the north pole.

In other words, to imagine experiencing the state of being dead is nonsensical.  When a snowflake melts, the water molecules remain, but there is nothing left of the snowflake, no residual touch in those water molecules of anything that retains the specific former pattern.  The molecules may each go on to be part of many future snowflakes or frost patterns or blocks of ice, but there is no more, no deeper connection to the original flake than there is in a stone from Mount Everest that’s now being used as a doorstop in Siberia.

And this post has long since become boring.  My apologies.

TTFN

*As in “Help me, Obi Wan Kenobi.  You’re my only hope.”