Everything Feels Fake

Disclaimer: The author of this article was blogging during an episode of madness, and has since been hospitalized to correct these incorrect world views.

THEY FORCED ME TO DRINK THE CORN SYRUP!!!!!!!!111111

Actual Disclaimer: This article is a stream of conciousness written during an all nighter. Soz if this isn't the most coherent or organized blog I've written, but eh, maybe that's what you're into.

Quite often when I walk into some large complex, particularly shopping centres (malls in Burgerspeak), I get this feeling that the world we've constructed is "fake". Fake in that these environments are less created to accomodate us as well as possible, and more to reel people into vapid consumerism. There's all these flashing lights and bright screens designed to bring my attention to some product a company wants me to consume. Since I (and hopefully you) resist these temptations brought upon us, there's really not much of substance to these places. Just vices to distract us from the unfortunate era of society we find ourselves in.

This is what life has been reduced to, at least for the average modern man. Nothing but a set of mass market products we use to escape our reality of a stagnant, deteroriating civilization in dire need of a cultral revolution. Hopefully something can finally jolt Generation Z, and the upcoming Generation Alpha (sigma ohio rizz 67 67 67) our of their catatomic state.

If this won't occur, then what will? A gradual decline to which I have no tangible power in stopping? I'll have no reason to even attempt to participate in a society like this, I won't have a reason to stay around this hellscape. I'll fuck off into the countryside, will live on my own terms, where I can restore my relationship with both the natural and constructed world, by constructing a microcosm of the latter myself, and by getting closer to the first, both psysically and emotionally.

Living in such a way which defies the nature of man normalizes the abnormal, but the desire to live closer to our natural ways persists.

At least for me... I guess the rise of the bugman shows how complacant many people really are in this highly constructed society, where people live to be disposable, where there's ultimately no purpose given to or created by these people other than to fanatically shill some bullshit ideology which supports those in charge, and to endlessly consooooooom whatever product is shoved into their faces. which serve to keep people divided, distracted, and hostile (to eachother, not the system and those upholding it)

I might be sounding preachy, but I'm not really preaching anything. I don't want to try to shill some heckin' epic utopian wholesome 100 chonker ideology, I'm just frustrated, I'm tempted to throw everything I have and am building to chase what may actually matter.