He
who laughs first most likely told the joke
The
bane of the modern world provides us with potentials for both prosperity and
death. The western civilization of the
modern world has engrained a desperate type of vanity. One whose seeds can be found percolating
within each of us; can be traced all the way back to well before the abhorrence
of birth ever took place in the corner of our parent’s youthful eyes—glimmering
so magnificently, as can only be seen through the glossy glow of teenage eyes
experiencing love for the very first time. Even when, upon further review, what they are
actually feeling is much closer in regards to love’s antithesis, than it ever
could possibly be resembling to that of this blaring and overused notion of
fate, of predestined stories—you know, those being whispered from the mouths of
the yet to be developed teenage daughters to the ears of never-shaved-a-day in
their lives pre-adolescent sons of angst, or otherwise known as the children of
suburbia.
Today’s
children apostrophize their every action.
Every peak and every valley is open for praise, bemoaning, amateur
psychoanalysis and ridicule—by their peers, or anyone else that happens to take
notice, or make it their mission in life to keep the closest tabs upon the
day-to-day lives of complete strangers.
Today’s youth document all of the flattering events; additionally they
advertise all of those actions relatively considered unbecoming—ranging from
the regrettable to the unadvisable, from the ignorant to the grotesque. Today’s
young adult illustrates their thoughts, actions, activities and hobbies in a
way that can procure stunning, if not stupefying and jaw-dropping, reactions to
the unsuspecting viewing audience.
Granted some of these unprepared folk come from older generations, but
many are simply raised in much more conservative, and if I may say, proper
upbringings. Yet, the one thing I can
say, without a doubt, is that the old rebel without a care in the world
attitude has successfully transcended generations. The only variance I should mention, is that
where, as before, in prior times, you’d tell your best friends about your
problems, whether relationship wise or those “unjustly” encountered on the
home-front, now you tell, in effect, the entire world, whether intentional or
not.
This
is done, to the point where predators are simply gifted a wealth of knowledge,
a world of research and information at their fingertips. They are given the nauseating opportunity, to
learn about their unsuspecting future prey.
These sickos of the world have devolved into a much more educated,
sophisticated and intelligent group of scumbags. No longer do these predators salivate on
images alone, now they need to, and are more than capable of, filling in the
blanks. They are privy to everything—all
the strengths and weaknesses—allowing them the opportunity to amply prepare a best-practices
strategy for foolproof domination and “success.” And then, once the prey have fallen victim,
the world judges and grades, everything from sincerity to emotional relevance
in a pathetic game of opinions. Some
people, will then—while themselves risking a backlash of criticism for being
unsympathetic or insensitive—will claim, that perhaps these predators are,
while on a whole other plane of nasty, not much worse than those in big
business—those that utilize the information granted them to prosper, running
over whomever they have to on the way to achieving their goals; and perhaps
there are some, who decide to look upon a victim’s case objectively, analyze
all the information optionally divulged and made public, and honestly wonder
aloud, questioning as to where that line should be drawn, as to—when does it
get to the point that someone is inviting demons into their lives? Well,
we all do this to some extent, and demons are constantly around us, but, I like
to think there are still plenty of angels too—so who knows?
And
then there are other’s out there, who look at life much more casually. These
folks are enjoying all the various bits and pieces of information and
entertainment available, using it solely for, information and
entertainment. These are the types of
people that still gather up their dog’s half-chewed toys and place them all
together, grab themselves a hairbrush, hold it upside down and sing so loud the
neighbors can hear:
I’ve
got fever
I’ve
got fire
I’ve
been bit by love’s desire
Cage
me
Engage
me
Let
it show
Where
that came from…I don’t care nor need to know.
He
who laughs last most likely is the punchline.
Yet those who’ve learned to laugh at an early age…
rarely grow into running gags…or that’s all they ever become…a walking
punchline in a world of “fun.” But just
because life’s a gamble doesn’t mean you shouldn’t play.
