Monthly Archives: April 2010

I’m Back! For some reason, I keep coming back to this blog. Probably because it has no specific theme besides rants and ramblings which I am vulnerable to. Today I was thinking, a dangerous thing in and of itself, and I thought to myself, self, I hate America. I thought a little more and decided I don’t America, it’s founded on principles that I agree with for the most part. It’s Americans I don’t like. Under-educated, under-worked, over-fed, in-debt Americans. What a country full of wasted humanity. Talent spoiled from exposure to microwaves and radiation, that must be it. Again, I thought a bit more. I don’t hate America, or Americans, I hate consumerism. That one stuck.

Why are there always new cereals advertised on television? How many arrangements of high-fructose corn syrup and grain can there be? What’s wrong with oatmeal? There are so many combos you can do with it that it makes purchasing cereal seem pointless. But our brains have been so exposed to the need for the newest and newest, that consumerism is engraved in our psyche. So now, even though our television works, we shove it in the trash in favor of the newest, biggest model. Yes, we think, now I can really watch American Idol the way it should be watched, in 1080p High Definition with 7.1 surround sound. Dear God of Greed YES! Three months later that set up has been trashed for something new. Consumerism is an addiction.

What’s worse is that I know this but fall guilty to it. I was walking through Wal-Mart not to long ago, that by itself is a cardinal sin, and I saw a packaging and thought to myself, that looks neat, could I need one? It turned out to be tampons. I felt like a complete ass. My brain saw pretty packaging and I automatically thought that it might be something I need.

We’ve got to get away from this type of thinking. It’s something we’ll have to consciously work at, but it can be done. Instead of throwing away that wine bottle, think of how it could be repurposed. That milk jug could be used to grow your own food. There’s a 101 uses for a metal hanger. As banal as it might sound, reduce and reuse (to me that is recycling and throwing that extra R in there seems like a waste, kind of ironic right? Right.)

I don’t even have the heart to go proof this. Take it for what it is. The tirade of a young man with a penchant for anarchy sprinkled with socialism glitter.