When People Cease To “Care”

People nowadays are intentionally careless. Cold. Sociopathic.

Why? Because it’s cool. It’s seen as chic to be an asshole. A bossy, controlling, ugly, bitchy, heartless troll with no brains but lots of moral authority to cancel any and everyone at the slightest infraction. A condescending, prickish “boss.”

And so…black teenagers have strokes and almost die at school because if you’re black and having a stroke…it’s cool be racist and not call the police. Like…calling the police shows that you “care” and people are so pathetic and dumb nowadays that they are subconsciously more concerned with being “cool” than in reasoning through the necessity of being good.

“Sex doesn’t inherently mean anything!” …Yeah right. …Umm…no. It’s profoundly supernatural. It’s one of the most “witchy,” powerful, terrifyingly beautiful things an adult human ever does. It pulls us back to the Garden of Eden. Reminds us of the Fall of Man. Reminds us of who we could have been… And it hints at the existence of God. A being who can arbitrate the humans having sex. Those who care. Those who don’t. Who is being abused by an adult. Who is being saved as an adult. Who is being raped.

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People need to stop thinking it’s “cool” to be stupid, cruel and cold. And how did that even become “cool” anyway? …Was it in the 1980’s? The whole “Wall Street” Baby Boomers trying to be “bad” thing? *eye-roll* They…are such a screwed-up generation. Every generation is…but golly. They were particularly so, I think.

I think…if Woody Allen dies and goes to Purgatory he’ll be shocked not just by the existence of God and thousands of answers, to his questions but also how much genuinely cooler he is than F. Scott Fitzgerald and Zelda at times. I mean sure they were epic. But…Woody Allen is…himself. I hope he’ll be okay when he realizes that about reality, if he’s that fortunate.

And when some “rough and tough” Boomers meet J. P. Kennedy and Andrew Carnegie I hope they are able to comprehend how much worse they were. How much more vile. How much stupider. More spoiled. More disgusting. Heartless. Meaningless would be a compliment. And if they don’t go to a very real Hell…for eternity…I hope they can find a way to forgive themselves for being so unfathomably uncool. So very excruciatingly boring to “the universe.”

We all matter. Really. Truly.

Old Money Dutch Indeed

I had the weirdest dream the other night. I wore Van Cleef & Arpels Santal Blanc to sleep and that night I had a dream about Georgian Revival house on the main street of a small town. It looked to be from the 1800’s. It was rainy. And I thought to myself…who were these people?! They seemed wealthy and “old money” even if they lived in a small town… I felt intimidated. A woman and I discussed the architecture and she guessed it to be possibly from the 1800’s and I guessed 1850’s. And she thought I might be right… I probably wasn’t. It probably was more late 1800’s. …Or maybe it was from earlier and it was Georgian. Not Georgian Revival. And the whole time I smelled Santal Blanc.

I think they might have been my paternal grandparents. I’m not certain but I suspect they might have been… Whether that house exists or not, it all felt weirdly possible.

My father was wild too. Should he be my father.

I’m sorry. It’s just shocking to realize that you’re possibly…so…different.