Ruling by outrage

We have to stop paying attention to the outrageous things Donald Trump does.

I’m as addicted as anyone else to his antics. As the exploits of supposed prudes has taught us, you do not have to approve of something in order to enjoy it. You can be vehemently against it and use that as a cover to keep enjoying it.

And I think we are becoming addicted to the shock and outage of the Donald Trump Show. And that makes us all a tiny bit complicit in his Horrible President Show.

And I think he understands that on some primitive level. He groks that his safety lies in keeping people shocked and stunned by what he does and that encourages him to keep acting out in order to keep us (secretly happily) shocked and woozy.

Being outraged can be fun, just like being frightened or disgusted can be fun. Outrage gives us a little adrenaline level spike and the feeling of utter righteousness that comes from the observation of behaviour far outside what we consider acceptable. This comes from comparing ourselves to the misbehaving person and feeling, very strongly, that we are way, way, way better than them.

And the worse the behaviour, the better we feel about ourselves. And because the bar has been set so low the bottom is visible in China, even relatively shitty people can get in on the fun of towering moral superiority.

Thus, Donald Trump gets the oodles of attention that any bratty child wants (remember, all the brat cares about is that it’s all about THEM), and we all play along by being shocked, saddened, or enraged by what they do.

And that means that we who oppose him have to get smart about these thing and refuse to play along with him by rewarding him with attention.

In short, we need to learn to ignore him.

That’s not going to be easy. We’ve been watching his Watch Me Do Bad Things show for over a year and we will miss it when it is gone. It has been rewarding us with fun outrage and the feeling of moral indignation (and hence, superiority) and it will be hard to give that up, especially when you know that there are  a billion people still enjoying it.

I mean, just think of how hard it will be to ignore the link to something awful Trump has done that a good friend posted on Facebook. Imagine said friend saying “Have you heard the latest about Trump?” nd how hard it would be to say “No, and I am not interested. ”

You would be so damned tempted to say yes, wouldn’t you, even though you know that what you hear will only upset you and that you have no power whatsoever over whatever it is he did.

You have to ask yourself why you would seek out such an experiece.. What is it you are getting out of it? What would happen if you stopped cold turkey?

Don’t feed the trolls, man. It’s one of the most basic rules of the Internet…. and the hardest to follow. Fighting with the trolls feels good. It help us vent our suppressed anger at all the little indignities of life in a way that has no personal consequences.

But the only way to cure a brat is to ignore them. No matter what they do. Even if you have to intervene when they do something damaging or dangerous, don’t pay any attention to them. Don’t make eye contact, don’t react, don’t engage, and do not say a single world. Treat them like they aren’t even there.

And keep it up for as long as it takes for them to get the idea and stop misbehaving. The minute they are doing the right thing, reward them lavishly with attention. Make it crystal clear that behaving poorly gets them ignored but doing the right thing gets them all the attention they want.

Granted, this will be nearly impossible with Trump. The media love him and they are going to keep people as outraged as they can because that’s what drives clicks. Every media outlet today wants to be your source for your next hit of outrage and is actively spinning every story to be as outrageous as possible.

And no matter how much we publicly denounce such shoddy and destructive journalism,. we still tune in, and that is all that counts in the long run.

The best attitude towards both the media at Trump is to ignore them as unimportant and not worth dealing with. That will drive them crazy and at first they will escalate their efforts in order to get a reaction out of you. If you do react, react with placid acceptance of whatever it is they are4 doing to get your attention. “That’s nice, dear. ” you say, not really paying attention or taking them seriously. Make sure your tone is faintly but distinctly patronizing. Never pay direct attention to them or treat them as important at all.

Of course, this only works if you can get enough people to do it to have an impact. In the grand scheme of things, this will be very difficult,  because I have said most people are now addicted to the Trump Outrage of the Day and most of them don’t know it, and even those who do know it don’t grasp the role they play in it.

I’m not sure even I could do it. It would mean not watching Colbert and the Daily Show any more. That’s too high a price to pay,.

SO perhaps what we need is a show that treats Trump like he is not important at all. That replaces “Can you fucking BELIEVE what this asshole did today?” with “Oh, and that silly harmless old man did something pathetic to get attention today. ”

Done right, that attitude could be infectious because it give people a way out of that cycle of outrage that takes such a toll on people.

We are addicted. But we are not happy about it.

People need an escape route.

Maybe I will build them one.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

 

 

I got paid

I have successfully earned income. And I want to tell you all about it.

But first, I have to share this.

I ordered some food from Pizza Hut tonight. I played Skyrim while awaiting its arrival. The phone rings, and it’s the delivery guy.

But it’s the wrong ring. It’s the normal ring, not the special intermittent ring that tells me someone is at the door down on the ground floor and lets me dial 6 to let them in.

So I pick up the phone and tell him he has to call back on the building phone. He asks me the number. I tell him 601, even though I am positive it was there on the receipt.

Eight minutes go by. I have no idea WTF he was doing when he should have been immediately dialing on the right phone, but it takes him eight minutes to do it.

I let him in, get up, grab my wallet, take out $25, and go wait by the door.

And I wait. And I wait. And then, more waiting.

And to make things worse, I really need to pee.

That’s when inspiration struck me. I would pee in Joe and Julian’s bathroom, which is right next to the front door. And one of two things would happen : a) I would get to relieve myself, or b) the delivery dude would knock on the door, interrupting me, but ending with me having my frigging food.

But I knew it would be option b. And I was right. With an astounding level of precision that would be too perfect to be plausible if this was a movie or a TV show.

(WARNING : Explicit language about male urination ahead)

I swear to God, it was the half-second before actual release when he knocked on the door. I think there was urine in the pipes between the bladder and the penis. 0.5 seconds later and I would have been actively urinating.

So I did it. I forced the universe to give me what I wanted. I actually said to myself, “I know, I will go pee and that will make him arrive. ”

And it did. Flawlessly.

And I am way too proud of myself for that.


Okay, where was I? Oh yeah. I got paid!

I currently have a little under USD $70  sitting in my PayPal account, ready to be spent online. I got paid for that crazy ass job from a couple of weeks ago, and I transferred the money from my Upwork account to my Paypal account.

I would rather have the money go directly to my bank account, but that turned out to be a freaking nightmare, so Paypal will have to do for now.

In fact, ideally,. the money would go directly onto my reloadable VISA card.  That would be the most easily spendable form it could take besides having it go into my bank account and then going to the bank and withdrawing the money as cash.

I feel like at some point, I will do that, because on some level the money I am earning on Upwork won’t seem really REALLY real until it is in cash in my pocket form.

But for now, I am happy just having it sitting there, ready to be used to buy stuff online.

The problem is. I don’t know what to buy!

I have spent so long in tightly restrained circumstances where there was little room for discretionary spending that I have no idea what I really want any more. I face the same problem when my birthday or Xmas roll around. It’s such a potent form of option paralysis, and I am a guy who knows his option paralysis.

There are so many ways I could have phrased that.

I keep trying to think of what would aid my current freelance writer lifestyle, but I always draw a blank. It’s not the sort of career your can accessorize easily.

I suppose I could buy myself a fancy slick oversized keyboard for my computer. I obviously do fine with a normal sized keyboard but it would make typing easier and I would make fewer typos if I had a keyboard sized for my big ol’ hands.

If I get together enough cash, I might start looking into footwear as well. I still dream of shoes that actually provide both arch support and full protection from the ravages of the road and that can bear my ginormous weight without being crushed.

But that means orthopedic shoes, and my doctor is not sure whether those would be covered by my government medical plan, so I might have to earn them.

Whatever it takes. The right shoes could radically alter my life because I am a lot more likely to walk for exercise if walking is not intensely painful. In fact, I might be so euphoric over being able to walk without pain that I would go walking all the time, just for fun.

It could happen.

What else. Well, sugar free stuff is always good. I eat FAR too much sugary shit. I went years avouding it almost completely, but at some point, my self-control just plain melted. It would be way easier to resist if I knew I had tasty sweet stuff at home.

So maybe I will order the Splenda and flour I need online. Seems silly to order it online when I could get it at the supermarket, but it would bypass my laziness and indecision by making it ridiculously easy.

So I will probably do it. Eventually.

The important thing is that I now feel like I have worth. It’s funny how money can do that for a person,. I am being paid for my work, and that means I have marketable skills, and THAT means I am worth something at long last.

This is the first baby step towards self-sufficiency, and from here, I will build up my career as a freelancer until I don’t need the government or anyone else’s help any more.

Then I won’t be worthless any more.
Then I won’t be useless any more.
Then I won’t be a burden any more.
Then I won’t feel like people are unlucky to know me any more.

And I will finally be….. a real person. A legitimate adult, even.

And that is going to be the best feeling ever.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.