Triumph of the conscious

F0r most of my life I believed that being aware was good a noble ideal. Now I realises the error of my ways; being ignorant is a more than viable alternative. I spend my life concerned about things that I have no influence over. I worry about the state of the global environment and the rapid simplification of the global ecosystem. I am scared shitless by the rise of religious fundamentalism. I fear the one sided economic push. I loath the mounting restrictions on personal freedom.

I guess my problem is that my personal horizon is too big. I must only concern myself with the here and now, with my immediate gratification. I should disregard the future. When I see injustice (that doesn’t affect me) I will close my eyes. When I see climate or environmental assessments in the journals I read I will turn the page. When politicians start politicking I will only receive the message that appeals to my immediate needs and predaceous and ignore the long term impact of their short term policy. I will ignore the corporate hegemony of our lives or at least accept it as a gift from wiser people. In short I must endeavour to become one of the unconcerned, uniformed majority.

I will make my main concerns which prime time drama to watch. My sadness shall be reserved for dead celebrities or my favourite prime time drama being axed. I will only be outraged by what Rupert Murdoch tells me to be outraged about. I shall only listen to commercial adult-contemporary radio station (or may be even the commercial shock jocks). In all ways I will become a model citizen.

My only problem will be getting some genetic therapy to switch on my faith gene; how can I follow this doctrine without faith that, no matter what I do and what I ignore, I will be rewarded in some afterlife?

End of fantasy: we’re screwed.