First off, of course, is today’s vid :
I mean, it’s an amusing enough observation, I guess. But I was stuck for a topic because I lost a lot of time deciding, in the end, not to do an acapella today (I Was feeling too damned fussy, apparently) and so this moisture idea was somewhat of a last minute idea for a video.
Was I too circumspect? I am not good at euphemism. If I wasn’t worried about getting in trouble with the almighty masters of YouTube, I would be graphic as hell.
“Ladies, all these products to keep your moist are really about GETTING and KEEPING your PUSSY WET. It’s about VAGINAL LUBRICATION. In both genders, it’s about making sure you are READY TO FUCK. Get it?”
But I guess I’d have to put that talk on some feminist porn site or something.
Anyhow, let’s leave the vaginas behind for now and talk about intention.
There is a persistent delusion lurking in the human mind that everything we see is in some way the product of somebody’s master plan.
It’s the anthropic principle written in the language of sociology. Our social instincts insist that there always is someone behind the scenes controlling everything who has a plan and knows what they are doing and can control future outcomes and so on, and this goes all the way from thinking someone must be stealing your newspaper in the morning to thinking God must exist.
I’ve been seeing this a lot on BlueSky lately. People thinking Trump has some kind of evil master plan for America or talking about how “they” attack education because “they” want people docile and stupid or how RFK Junior is trying to “cull the population” with his terrible policies.
But these are all comforting lies hiding the ugly truth that these people have no plan. They are toddlers with handguns and are ruling entirely based on their own outdated and irrational beliefs with no more plan than to keep attacking the things that make them angry by telling them they are wrong about things.
Such things could only be evil, of course. No matter what they are. Even if they are objectively verifiable truths, they are evil and must be punished and destroyed for saying you are wrong when you “know” you are right.
I mean, what else are you gonna do? Think?
Obviously, all conspiracy theories are products of this anthropic attitude. No matter how intricate their theories or how evil “they” supposedly are, it’s all just a soothing lie we tell ourselves to make the world seem like a more rational and orderly place.
Indeed, the whole reason this illusion always stars powerful people of malign intent is that this is what qualifies them to rule according to our lizard brains. It makes them “strong” and ruthless and dominant and to the primitive parts of our brains, that means they are fit to rule and can keep you safe even if they only see you as a pawn.
I mean, can you imagine a conspiracy where all the shadowy figures are super nice and just want what’s best for everyone?
They would have a lot of explaining to do regarding the state of the world, right?
But wimps like that wouldn’t make us feel safe at all. That’s why even the most benevolent of leaders, like Optimus Prime or Jean Luc Picard, has to also be the strongest in some way.
Anyhow, to get back to the same area code as the topic, we will continue to act as though everything is planned because we have no choice. The true chaos of world full of individuals, all different from you and just as valid as you, is not something the human mind can process. We have to make up simplifications just to be able to cope with day to day life, let alone politics.
So we pretend like Donald Trump or space aliens or “the Jews” are behind everything, when in reality, civilization is just an emergent phenomenon of the human race.
Like I said here.
More after the break.
Am I threatening?
Yes, to some. I don’t want to be, most of the time, but I am.
To be honest, it’s kind of amazing how nonthreatening I am most of the time. After all, I am this ginormous dude with a big personality and a sky high IQ and loads of presence.
I could be downright terrifying if I wasn’t so mild and harmless.
Instead, I’m a teddy bear. A gentle giant. When you’re big and potentially scary, you subconsciously learn to compensate by being as non-threatening and genial as you can be and that’s how the gentle giant comes about.
I genuinely don’t want to scare or threaten people. I want peace, harmony, and happy vibes at all time. Yet I know that, just by being my big shiny brilliant self, I have made some people feel intimidated and inadequate.
And there is only so much of that I am willing to own. As long as I am not doing anything to actively frighten, oppress, or denigrate other people, I feel free and empowered to blast that big personality out there at max volume and people can just deal with it.
I do my best to be friendly and funny and fun to be around, so it’s not like it’s some kind of torture to be around me. I hope. People seem to like me, especially when I can get out of my own way and just be my true jumbo bag o’ fun self. People seem to really like me when I am that way.
Thank you, Lord Xanax, for showing this to me. Before Xanax and Kinsmen, I only ever saw that side of me at conventions, either sci fi or furry.
Nerds. They’re my people. They’re my tribe.
But it turns out I can be like that around ordinary people too. Old ones, at that. All I need is a little chemical help in shutting down a certain oversensitive alarm system called anxiety so that I don’t have it screaming in my ear all the fucking time.
God, I wish I’d had Xanax at VFS.
I would have been so much cooler!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.