So do this: stand in front of the mirror,
stark naked, and just stare. What is your reaction? What thought are gliding
through your brain right now? Are you really looking or not? Well, this is a
simple test to check you are a person of the twentieth or twenty-first century.
If you are, you will instantly find something that you don’t like, something
that feels “off” somehow. Is it your waist, your ass or your genitalia? Is it
your chest, your face even? Not really important.
If you can’t find something to change, if you
just love everything you see, sir or lady, you are lying. Or worse, you are
lying to yourself so hard you don’t even recognize truth anymore. And why do I
say this? Because we all know this world we live in today has made us hate each
other and has crossed the border to make us hate ourselves.
But what is the point of that you say? Well,
easy. If we hate how we look, we will spend thousands of dollars trying to look
different, to be desirable. And society is kind enough to tell us what to do in
each case: maybe the gym, maybe a full makeover, buying new clothes and maybe
even change ourselves physically with the help of a doctor or some other
“expert”. All those things will help us but, once we achieve what we were
looking for, we will realize this new state of being is not good enough.
Why? Because we can always be taller,
skinnier, bigger, softer… Better, in the eyes of the almighty society that is
nothing more than a bunch of people that want our money and our minds. Once we
concede, once we say, “Yes” at least one time, we have already lost. We lose
our ability to see what’s good or bad, what’s true and what’s false. We just
don’t even care anymore because we have entered the social convention known, as
the “community” where everyone HAS to want the same thing and everyone has to
get it exactly the same way.
Imagination is slowly dying, more and more,
each day more and more pale and pathetic. Because we don’t need her anymore. We
have decided that copies are better than an original; we have decided that one
good way is better than many great ways. Today, being different is only taken
into account when it happens to be a fashion statement, a way of saying you’re
“crazy” or “unique”, when truly you’re just the simplest one of the whole
bunch.
Real creative people live like rats, hiding in
the dark, trying to live by. They just can’t stand the world and sometimes
leave it but others decide to stay on as a challenge to everything that exists.
They make their own rules and they are left alone, because no one will really
hear or see them. They don’t matter anymore and they use that to their
advantage. When no one looks at you, you are suddenly free to experiment more
and more, even if that new acquired knowledge is only going to be shared with a
handful of other “freaks”.
Still, the world is ruled by those who think
that they are making a difference but, deep down, they know their actions are
not important enough to matter in the grand scheme of things. Not that they are
bad or evil. No, they are just ignorant and many of them are ignorant very
willingly. They prefer this life because the less they know; the more
comfortable they are with others. Who cares about the grandiosity of the
universe when your boyfriend has a big dick or your girlfriend is a submissive
person?
And that’s the truth. That’s what we all think
about because, at the end of the day, even the ones that still use their
imagination are contaminated with the filth of a world that hates us for who we
are but that need us to keep moving, to keep gaining wealth and power. How many
times an artist has succumbed to the stronger will of money? It’s a very
popular saying: “artists have to eat too”. And it’s true.
It’s of the monkey act on the streets: you
have to dance and clap and act like an idiot to be noticed, to be seen by the
world and to be recognized, with money or food. If it was a world made by
intellect, that wouldn’t be a problem at all because everyone would share and
no one would starve. But we do not live in such a world. We live in one were
there has to be someone on top and someone underneath him. Someone powerful and
someone powerless. If that balance fails, they know things will go to chaos
because we are simply not smart.
Beauty is not a personal concept anymore and
anyone that thinks that is gravely mislead. No, beauty has been modeled by
society for a long time and what each individual thinks of it is highly
unimportant. If beauty standards say fat is ugly, it will not matter how many
fat actresses or fat models parade around the world. The concept of beauty will
not change and fat girls will still feel awful looking at the mirror and living
as who they are.
Even if we know that the chubby guy in the bus
is kind of cute, that doesn’t change anything. He’s still ugly to the eyes of
society, meaning that we can be accepting but only if we decide doing that will
be to our advantage. Or way do you think some societies have begun to embrace
homosexual people? It’s not because they have realized they are also humans,
but because they can be used as a fashion accessory. That was the way the gay
man made it into open society: by being a mascot.
Offensive, you think? Untrue? Just take a
look. On every single society the example of a gay man is the man in the salon
doing hair. What’s he like? He’s delicate, very effeminate, girly in every
aspect and often skinny. That was the first gay man that got into society and,
as it performed a role in it, it was welcomed but not with open arms but with
hostility. Eventually he became a pet for the women that wanted to be
beautiful, so they became tools to achieve what society wanted. They had a use,
they could be used.
And that’s is the truth behind the so-called
acceptance of minorities. It’s not acceptance but tolerance, they let us be
there with them, but they always point out how different we truly are. That’s
society. Not a beautiful place where everyone is equal and we all hold hands
singing. Society is just a place, a gathering of people that have roles to
perform. It’s not about freedom or rights; it’s about how useful we can be to
those that are powerful.
Of course, that cannot be used to promote
anarchy. Why? Because anarchy is the rule of the people and people are ignorant
and stupid. If people, “real people” ruled, the world would be in an even worse
state. Who rule us are rats, that’s true. But they are people who wait, whose
power has taught them to be patient, to play the game slowly and to put
everything on its place. In other words, we kind of need the powerful ones,
because that power has taught them how to handle things.
Power for all? Impossible. Give power to
someone that has never had it and see what happens: chaos and even less freedom
and truth. People cannot be trusted. And when I say that, I mean every single
person in the world. Good or bad, that doesn’t exists. People are just that.
They are capable of anything and nothing, at the same time and that’s why, when
they are being oppressed, their own “communities” fail to act. They just parade
around, faking an interest that disappears into the oblivion shortly
afterwards.
And still, when we take off our clothes, we
still look exactly the same in front of the mirror. Even with all those minor
biological differences, we are all the same. Even the most powerful is as
likely to die as the weakest of the human beings. Even the richest woman can
still be capable of carrying a child and even the weakest man can still infuse
life into the world.
Yes, we are equal but only in nature. There,
we are all truly a group, a family. But we are not nature anymore, except for
our birth and our death. Everything between those two moments has been created
by the society, which is sadly made of people like us that have had a glimpse
of power and that have decided that that fat woman is ugly, that guy with a
small penis is worthless and that child that has dark skin will be a danger
just because.
We have created the monster that haunts us
every day and now we are incapable to handle it. And that is, partly, because
we don’t really want to handle it, we don’t want it to calm down or to be more
forgiving. We want him to be what we are afraid to be openly: brutal and
utterly human.