There is something freeing about having a live mental breakdown over public posts on Facebook. Just climbing on that rooftop and screaming, This is who I am. This is the roiling black ocean of me that rests beneath all the reasoned arguments, all the impassioned speeches, all the socially-aware discourse! This is the black nihilism that I do battle with every day just to remain alive! It is one of those things that there is no going back from. Those who actually see these posts (though at this hour, likely precious few), will be unable to think of me quite the same way. Because I am the person who said these things. Of course, that in itself makes these posts nothing but a show of hubris. Look at me! See? I feel! I bleed! See a man on the edge, falling into his coffin while screaming ATTENTION MUST BE PAID! But then, thats what every last one of us does every day, isnt it? Do any of us really think that our post on the Michael Brown killing will really change the national dialog? If we had that power we would not be writing on Facebook. So what is that, if not a scream, Look at me! Look at me, and treat me as if I am an important source of information! We are all going through it. Just some of us are sane enough to remain in denial. #Misanthropy
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 11:26:03 +0000