I realized something recently....I've lost some of the honesty in my writing that I worked really hard to attain.
(I was going to straighten out this picture, then decided it reflects the mood of things quite well)
In the past when I recognized that I was straying from the motto that changed everything for me in terms of writing- To Thine Own self Be True- it was a simple adjustment to get back on track.
But we are living in a strange era, where people insist that being our true selves is of the utmost importance, yet at the same time if we say something that might offend someone we'll likely be censored, if not outright cancelled.
I was just checking out the platform Bastyon, and there's a big uproar currently because the admins have decided to attach the profanity tag to any post with a word on the list they've come up with.
And it's a loonngg list. So long that it was exhausting to read through, let alone try and remember if I wanted to post and not have the tag of shame attached to it.
Ironically they're supposed to be the platform of free speech, but a few people showed up and complained about their delicate eyes, so now they're trying to cater to them.
Is this really what the majority wants? To live in a fake world, where everything is diluted and forced politeness?
Don't get me wrong, I don't go out of my way to offend anyone. I don't have the troll gene, I personally don't like intentionally hurting or belittling people.
But I also don't like voices being silenced. I don't like walking on eggshells. And I don't like how this new bizarre mix of puritanical, tyrannical deviance is negatively impacting the arts and entertainment world.
It's all so confusing. Groups claim to want equality, but what I'm seeing is not that at all. It's the same desire for superiority that created a bigoted society in the first place. The only difference is the sides that are being backed, when equality should mean there are no sides.
Ten years ago we were cresting the top of the All Lives Matter/There's-Only-One-Race-The-Human-Race hill.
Now we're all scattered again, with an LGBTQ hill over there and a ++ hill on the other side, and Black, Brown, Yellow and Red hills all vying for who is the most in need of a hill.
And the only common thread seems to be that if you're light skinned and straight you don't get to have a hill...unless the talk of the day is women's rights and abortion, then they erect a temporary hill to include all the ladies.
What is so sad about all of this segregation, is that the people who are the real problem are also the ones running the biggest hill of all, at least in the US.
Capitol Hill is a snake pit, and I don't believe there's anyone there who isn't a viper. They absolutely revel in the venomous division they've created.
These are some of the thoughts that run through my mind while I'm on break, and some days they clamor more loudly than others.
Today they are so loud, that my break has turned into the end of my shift.
I've been eyeing the wine slushy sign for about a month of hanging out in this spot, and what better way to quiet my thoughts than a cup of frozen, peach yumminess.
Because damn it, I'm tired. Aren't we all at this point?
Is everyone truly settled on the hills they wish to die on? Can't we all just climb down and hang out, have a wine slushy or a beer together by the lake?
Talk about the narcissistic "parents" and the things we've heard them say, realize the inconsistencies meant to manipulate us into turning on one another?
Tell them all to go screw themselves while we drink and sing Kumbaya?
I don't know about you guys, but I've opted out of this play.
I'm thinking even the sidelines where I've been for awhile now is still too close to the stage.
Ultimately, life is what we make it, so Make it a great weekend Hive Peeps!
