Kali Yuga Enjoyer

People with nothing at stake love giving stupid fucking advice like this because they feel insecure encountering someone who doesn't swelter in the same homogenized pig pen mud pit lifestyle they do. Compartmentalization is good. Masks are good. Civilizations fall apart when you let go. You don't separate friend groups because you're a walking Hallmark movie character that's afraid to get loose, you do it because they usually are two wildly different groups of people with different incentives, personalities, and social structures. You split the carrots and the peas when you need to because sometimes one group can completely fuck the dynamic of the other. You develop a mode for different groups because it's good to variate different perspectives and invigorate the consciousness a little. You open and close up in varying degrees because some people shouldn't get all of you and some people should. You wear the fucking masks because you want to be better for the people around you who aren't your inner circle. If you think you need to full blast every personal element of your existence, down to your kitschy little tattoos, shitty taste in music, and meticulously poeticized mental illness, then you SUCK! You fucking SUCK!! You are the 900 decibel speakerphone conversation on the back of the bus, the glaring violation of tact and discretion that ruins the world through a steady incremental entropy of exhaustion. The only reason someone would assume that their delicate inner world is something to be painted on themselves like a billboard of candid vulnerability is because they have nothing at stake. They have no social relationships they need to manage because their friendgroup is an inconsequential hodgepodge of millabouts and consumers. They have no incongruities to consider because their breadth of thought, taste, and experience is so blatantly narrow they can't even comprehend why anyone would ever disagree about anything. They have no secrets to keep because they are dull loudmouth gossips who squander the social currency the moment it's granted to them, cheapening their surrounding world and walling them off from any level of power or influence. They feel no distortion when incompatible vibrations collide because they lack a sentient level of emotional palate, doomed to forever pile everything in their life into an incoherent sludge. They balk at discretion, tact, or guile because they literally cannot carry any level of complication in their minds while dedicating mental RAM to remembering where they parked or what their favorite color is. Do not mistake this as the screed of a Machiavellian apologist, nor assume that the "genuine" purity spiraler is somehow innocent. It's typically the ones demanding your vulnerability, open mindedness, and tolerance that are often the most conniving snakes. Their "face" is just the crackling paint on the biggest mask of all: Delusion. I'm not saying you need to be a taskmaster weaving webs and building dollhouses for the people in your life. That kind of organizing and compartmentalizing is already done automatically and naturally by a well adjusted human mind. If at any point you feel like you're a "master manipulator" you're overdoing it or just larping to yourself. All I'm saying is that compartmentalizing is good and natural. It's inherent to the human condition and it has been ever since we grew beyond the scattered tribe. Maybe you could make a case for saying that growing beyond the archetypal tribe unit is an unnatural way of life. I could also make the case that if I had to pick between being a whole-minded oneness tribal or being the compartmentalized city-staters on horses who enslave the entire tribe with nets and spears, I know which side I'd want to be on. You can carry contradictory feelings and incentives together without having a stroke. You can understand the underlying fabric of reality as being an ecosystem where all participants become units of value to be consumed, exchanged, and collected while still being able to tap into your emotions and appreciate your friends, love your family, and treat your peers with kindred respect. You don't need to give up on keeping a delicate balance together just because it takes a tiny bit of consideration and effort. The only time anything deliberate is "toxic" is when you actually can't handle the process it demands. That's not an invalidation of the benefit, it's just a signal for what level you're willing to handle. Some people are meant to live smaller lives, think less thoughts, and spend less energy going about their day. The only problem is when those types of people have just enough awareness to realize they're deficient and they catalyze their own incapability into a projection of trauma onto normal people who can simply function better than them. Do you want to know what a world looks like when you let go of ego, consideration, mental barriers, and hesitations? Go hang out with festival heads. Burn yourself out a little on acid, molly, shrooms. Smoke a lot of weed. See what it's like when an entire subculture self-assembles its own environment optimized against any of the Apollonian logistical impositions that would disrupt pure emotional bliss, pleasure, and euphoria. If you happen to survive and hold onto just enough cognizance, you can observe that such an environment converges onto a sort of baby society, where all sensory experiences are reduced to soft edges and comforting noises. Visuals become a pukefest of technicolor scattering, void of any consideration for emptiness, silence, or absence to give meaning to the presence. Topics are always vapid, incomprehensible, or trite. You can never carry an opinion with strength or force, this transgresses a non-aggression pact implicitly drafted by a people who would classify being reminded of the concept of time as a form of aggression. You can never keep something to yourself, tend towards the dignity of solitude, or be allowed to explore a silent melancholy. You must always be pulled back into warmth, light, and shallow laughter because the state of your own personal existence impinges on others when they are so sensitive to how they perceive your presence. Experiencing these zones of degraded consciousness is psychologically enlightening. They highlight the particular consequences that occur when you forgo the natural instincts you have while also reminding you why civilization built the standards, rules, and etiquette it did. While someone of a higher frequency can temporarily lower themselves to empathize with a reduced state of existence, the inverse cannot occur. These types of people have never climbed to a level of power where they have to see the consequences of intermingled hierarchy. They've never gained enough influence to know what kind of shift occurs when your reputation becomes scrutinized by an audience of any kind. They've never made enough money, taken any risk, or had any kind of responsibility that elevates to a point where seemingly minor moments of carelessness could put them in prison, ruin them financially, destroy their relationships, or even get them killed. And despite what derision some naysayers may project onto me, whether you've reached that point in your life or not doesn't invalidate that the more you grow in life, the more consequences there are to mishandling yourself and your life. The wealthiest, the most influential, the most powerful, the most successful, and the greatest figures in history are all distinguished by their ability to communicate, connect, and unify people around them. Our ability to cooperate with each other is the big difference between us being the most dominant species on earth and simply being chimpanzees who may have figured out how to use a rock to bash open a coconut. Your social network is as crucial to your life as your finances, your diet, and your sleep. It decides what kind of job you get, what kind of husband or wife and therefore children you get to have, what kind of person you become. Your friends, your coworkers, your acquaintances, your peers, your family, and your tribe is everything. How you approach that isn't something that should be shotgunned carelessly like a drunken game of darts. The people who truly don't give a fuck about this sort of thing love to espouse being a leaf floating in the river of life. Yet they end up hanging out with the same mediocre miscreants and yapping nobodies. The extent of their friendships are a distraction of expenditure and mindless consumption, at best. At worst, their friends are drugged out black holes robbing them of potential opportunities and introducing gateways of prison time and getting manslaughtered onto the curb of a parking lot by accident because you got dragged into a fight one of your buddies started. These people will experience drama that was handleable and entirely preventable because they just sat back and "let life happen" without taking any fucking initiative or having an ounce of tact. They'll watch friends since elementary school walk out of their lives and go "Oh well nothing I could've done." They'll fuck each others boyfriends and girlfriends and get in stupid fights, destroying access to entire social scenes over politics or tolerating behavioral transgressions they're too stupid to even realize as offensive. These are barnyard animals, parasites, toxic waste corroding the fabric of their own existence and those around because they're either too stupid or too lazy to take control and really see how far they can go. They'll smugly chastise you for making an effort, holding onto context, and considering anything at all because they're incapable of any level of empathy themselves. They'll do so safely from the comfort of the civilization built by people who did put their lives in boxes and wear masks over masks. Do not ever let these people convince you that the way human beings have operated for thousands of years is somehow wrong. Do not give in to the cosmic suicide becoming a suppliant grub in the maggot pile just because it feels easier. Never forget the circle, the faction, and the hierarchy.

Society is in a tender in-between state where we’re drifting into a pedestrial battleground of inefficient bumbling crowd cattle, yet still a tad too civilized to embrace third world individualist casual sidewalk violence. I can feel an underlying rhythmic disruption when forced to be amongst crowds. Through a combination of excessive diversity throwing all psychic collusion into discordance, cell phone era brain rape lobotomizing portions of the population, and ill equipped civil or commercial architecture, we are forced to succumb to the daily humiliation ritual of biological traffic jams. It happens on the sidewalk. It happens in grocery stores. It happens in business plazas. It happens in parking lots. Each race, class, age, gender, and archetype has its own particular problems that contribute to a purgatorial casserole of minor daily annoyance. When you’re a young actionable man with a sense of direction and purpose, nothing is worse than running up against that wall of ambiguous inertial dampening. If the average cattle-minded hominid bollard could feel even 10% of the frustration that an actual human being feels when gridlocked by their voluptuous sagging thorax taking up more than half of a grocery store aisle, they would instantly fall over and die from heart failure like a startled hamster. How could they understand? I can’t even blame them, it must be blissful being so retarded that time is an apparent infinite luxury, death is a vague forgotten concept, life is an expendable gas station snack, and there’s no meaningful sensation in being stuck in the urban waiting rooms that lurk between the places you have to be and the places you want to be. The liminality is the source of dismay. Journey-not-destination parables are reserved for actual journeys, not the prison pacing of municipal hellscapes that place you into reruns every 3rd day of the week. A just existence would allow you to shove people out of the way, kick them in the square of their back, throw them onto the floor, full force swinging a closed fist into their sternum to watch them keel over wheezing for the act of intruding upon your trajectory with blasphemous ignorance. Truly, the feudal Japanese aphorisms of samurai killing random passerby’s for sword practice or as punishment for mild inconvenience make much more sense when you’re forced to sit through a shopping cart traffic jam in the intersection of a Costco, seeing elderly Chinese women simulate the same short circuit confusion and lack of surrounding awareness geometry they perform in cars when slowly running over a toddler like a speed bump in the parking lot on their 4th attempt to park in a spot directly in front of them. As satisfying as it would be to commit acts of random violence, it’s a brutish unsustainable solution that begets far worse indignities upon yourself via the sound of your cellie telling you to throw some water on that turd after you made the mistake of taking a shit after your prison toilet quota of two flushes a day has exceeded and the part of your log floating above the water line is starting to stink. The only thing you can do is scurry between the throbbing mass like a little rodent climbing over its own kind to scavenge the precious extra minutes you could be spending on slowly killing yourself in front of a screen. A sea bass slips through a hole in a net watching the rest of its entire family get pulled out of material reality to be turned into oil packed cans to be turned into human shit. A man speed walks in between cars and trees to find some brief reprieve in the rhythm of crowds. Or, of course, you could embrace it. You could close your eyes and shuffle slowly in between the mystery meat roulette of daily human existence. Much like a monk self immolating in stillness, you just phase out the cacophony of alien voices, smells, and obstacles. You no longer have anywhere to be and time doesn’t exist. Enter the great water park lazy river. You float by.