The Point is The Reason.

Is it really just me? I hope that others feel similarly, if only for the sake of my poor fried brain…

I hope I’m not alone in wondering about my frame of mind recently, wondering whether these thoughts are a consequence of a huge intake of information daily, information, seemingly useless, diluted and dumbed down to its basest necessity.
Could my mood really be dictated by my overexposure to media and mediums which are designed to heighten or dampen my disposition by constantly blitzing my senses with data and datum whittled to its core (its easily understandable, laymans core)? If so, do I have to succumb to its whim, or can I opt out? Shall I shake the dust off my social blinkers of yore and live out my life in ignorant bliss, brush up on today’s cause célèbre?
Do I declare a firm and unashamed interest in Degrading Reality T.V Show ‘A’ (I only watch it as a social experiment) and, of a Saturday evening, settle down with some crisps to watch Generic Game-Show ‘B’?
Do I read too much into things maybe, I’m not sure… do you? Do we make connections between seemingly unrelated instances which don’t really make sense, if only to try to make sense of it all? Is this where an interest in The Bigger Picture will see you end up? Why is there a need to conspire, to miscomprehend and misunderstand, to think thoughts that fly in the face of all you are told? What is the reason?
Perhaps it is just that we are, somehow, still perceptive enough to measure everything happening around us with an open mind, we’re able to weigh up the facts ourselves, we can question, we can refuse to take things at face value. We can agree, object or abstain from opinion if we wish, and yes, even form our own…
Is this a strange way to operate? Should we just Go With the Flow? Some seem to think so. When did it become so unreasonable to wish to form my own opinion, objectively and rationally? Or does it just feel that way for another reason, what is it?
Only now as I type does the full extent of the irony pull my pants down, I mean, who sets up a blog (of all things) to gripe on about not being able to voice their opinion? Well, that would be me. I’m not unhappy with my lot in life to date, typical Dead End Job, stereotypical Young Dad. A not unusual (and rather monotonous) commute and a ‘could be better’ social life. Am I not the same as many others on the grand scheme of things? Completely average in my own unique way, I’m sure. I am but one of the masses, on the same boat. I sometimes think we need a bigger boat…
So, to rationally form an opinion about my status as part of the great ignored, the silent majority, if you will, presumably many people would feel the same about the problems we face? Would I really be socially aware enough to realize that those next door to me, those sat next to me and those who walk past me daily are affected by the same issues which crop up on my own radar from time to time? Then is there a reason no one seems particularly dismayed enough to complain anymore?
I think we are jaded. I think we are tired. I think that we feel that we can’t do anything about it, so we probably shouldn’t bother. We should just gorge ourselves on the latest dimsperationalT.V, pray to Cowell that we ‘get discovered’. I’m going to wedge my call centre booty into my no frills pew amongst the placated masses.

I know we’ve become complacent, and there must be a reason why.