07/26/2013 by syrbal-labrys
Perhaps it is the heat, which even in the usually comfortable Nor’west, seems to crash me physically? Perhaps it is the seeming tsunami of stupid that washes across my nation like the legendary great waves over Australia? But all my life feels futile presently….what little of it is public and all of it that is private. I seem to be unable to make any positive effect anywhere, I am triggered by too many things and pacing my way through sleepless nights. I feel powerless and paralyzed and depression is a black dog on my heels.
So, if I have nothing constructive to say…that is why. I’ve never been a fan of saying only destructive things and I certainly don’t live the Disney “Bambi” film’s “Thumper Rule” of “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all” in spite of being a child of the 50’s. I prefer a quote from one of Iain M. Bank’s “Culture” novels:
“If you have nothing helpful to say, shut the fuck up.”
I have nothing helpful to say.