Nothing Accomplished

unseasonably this is my favorite time of year and the travelers have set foot out quite early. I remember when it would snow in late September and early October and it has taken over thirty years for those days to come about again. I wonder what the world was like then and if the issues of the day were ideally the same...The 70's had oil embargoes and shortages; today too. Governments were overthrown and drug use was at an all-time high...if it wasn't the 20-teens I'd say it was the seventies all over again.

It would surprise you all to know that just like the rest of the creatures on the planet I ail. I am capable of being sick and requiring medications and such. I am even most amicable, or as amicable as one would expect when I am ill...only I try and keep to myself and then as a result, lose large blocks of time in the case of this weekend. I slept through it. And awoke to find no one called, no one messaged and to my dismay either no one missed me or no one had time. As sad as that sounds and it did, I wasn't too distraught in that fact. I usually have to fight and frustrate myself trying to play catch-up or posting a "Do Not Disturb" sign on my wall, blog, door, voicemail and anywhere else. It was nice to be left alone for that duration. But I miss the flock wanting my words and my humor and my wisdom.

So I reflected in my solitude on the times and how not changing they are. How so much of each decade is poured into another and the way it all culminates into people just repeating themselves. Toddlers not listening, tweens wanting everything under the sun and teens thinking they know more shit than you. It was the same then and it will be the same some hundred decades from now. And not just with our youth. Our elder members are not much different than their fathers were. I reflected on politicians and disease and religion and even food. Nothing has dramatically changed other than the speed to which humans continue to make asses of  themselves. Faster phones and cars and toasters and microwaves and television and technology, but in the end nothing has changed enough to have made a significant impact on how we use and leave this planet.

Did you know that even in medicine that the names they give diseases and disorders are only there to create a panic state and to unload "soon to expire" stockpiles of medication on the masses? No new diseases whatsoever and yet we have all these scary names attached to old diseases and no one wonders why? I have virus, a sickness, the flu. Pure and simple and because of my genetic predisposition to asthma and having copd it always turns into bronchitis. It's a sure bet. But nowadays it's the Swine Flu or H1N1 and a mass panic runs to the doctors and gets that dose of medicine in the form of a weaker strain of the disease in order to build up antibodies to fight it. I been fighting it on my own without a shot since I have been an adult.

So sickness shall strike us all and in the end, the only things we have accomplished as a collective is to perfect the art of war where we don't need actual people in the field (scary when you think of it that at any moment someone can see you scratch your ass or pick your nose and decide you aren't worthy of another breath and press that little fucking button and wipe you and your ovaries/spermatozoa off the face of the planet into a poofy cloud of fire and ash!) when we can just do it from an office somewhere in the urban sprawl. We sliced bread and found so many innovative ways to "not" do shit that we have become lazy. Too lazy even to give a damn or communicate properly with one another and we will be dumbing down our languages to non-existence before long. Shameful really but WTF?~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.