I’ve continued the lifelong conversation about who I am and what do I claim as me (culturally, as I am the only affirmer in that process) and what has controlled me. This world is so sick and corrupt. So sick that it makes me think about is it ethical to even bring kids into this society. I (we) fell naïve to coercive (White male) tendencies like social media big business p*dophilic beauty standards narcissistic behaviors hyper surveillance of our own selves and the other elicit drugs of capitalism. We forget ourselves and become numb to this truth in these interactions cause it’s WAY easier to externalize our needs- fun, pleasure, *cstasy- it’s harder to call inwards CONSISTENTLY amidst the constant overstimulation, the Pavlovian conditioning of a heart eyes emoji every now and then, sl*tty accessibility to these avenues of mind control- visually AND sonically !!!!! I see more and more gruesome, power driven, grotesque things about this collective lived experience and the future of my location feels hopeless as I passively engage. Then I remember there’s people I know, things I’ve interacted with, synchronicities that are not “coincidental”, and visual representations of the love I want to embody every day. Choosing love over dopamine is way more powerful, every every damn time! and !!! I am a lover of experience, cause truly- Nobody saves you from the horrors and highs that turn us all into addicts.
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