Fact: We perpetually try to balance everything. Make the ups and the downs meet somewhere in the middle, eat enough but not too much, work out but not overdo it or injure yourself – every single thing is balance. I am not religious, but my god is equilibrium. You can always, always count on it – for every action, there is (and always will be) an equal and opposite reaction. This is quite obvious. So following this logic, we are in the middle of stuff. We’re not up in the sky, we’re not under the sea, we generally exist somewhere between the two, and everything is dualistic in nature. There cannot possibly be only one side of anything.
On my insatiable quest for bliss and harmony, I like to interact and talk. I enjoy mind-wrestling conversations over beer. I love what happens when brains converge. I love company, but I don’t love it too much. Because we need balance. We need companionship with music and revelry, but we need solitude and silence in equal measure. This is something I need to work on, in my bid to be a better human. I probably need to shut up a bit more, because when I get an idea, or a thought – which we all get, all the time – I have to tell somebody. And I wonder though if this happens too much? There are days when I get sick of hearing my own voice. Even my internal dialogue bugs me, and I tell myself to SHUT UP. I meditate. I clamp my gob. I make myself quiet, and then my internal dialogue eventually follows suit and shuts up too. Balance is attained.
But out in public I despair, and plead and beg with the universe to make some other people shut up too. All I hear is noise and opinion, which sometimes is OK, but these days there is no limit on the noise and blah blah blah everywhere we go. Facebook is the worst for it. I didn’t sign up to read every bigmouthed wanker yelling about something Obama did, or how they feel about abortion or gun control. If that was what I wanted, I would enter the world of politics. But I don’t, and so I didn’t. And neither did the ones yelling about shit. So be QUIET!!!! Even when they are physically quiet, they infect the Internet with their noise. Words are noise. Thoughts are noise. Bumper-stickers are noise, and the more inflammatory the subject matter is, the louder and more traumatizing the noise becomes. Stop, please! I beg you – the noise is killing my brain.
In a harmonious world, the only sound I want is the sound of people enjoying themselves. We are an interactive species, and so our moods and sounds affect and infect others. Laughter and anger are contagious in equal measure – I know this because my god tells me this is the case. And unless something is really, really important and we are in imminent danger, then I could not justify walking into a room full of calm people and making them all angry because I had an opinion about something. This would be very inconsiderate of me. I wouldn’t insult someone for no reason (other than fun), so why would I consider it OK to cause a fight by bringing up unnecessary incendiary topics, merely because they entered my head? All we really want in life is to be safe, be fed, stay warm, to love and to laugh, and yet all we seem to do is fight, yell, hate and kill or injure each other, mostly with words, but sometimes with rocks, birch branches and porcupines. (Or is ‘Porcupine’ plural as well as singular?)
I believe everything will take care of itself, no matter what – my god tells me this. Every up will eventually come down etc. But right now, at this present moment, with communication tools and a captive audience literally at our fingertips, the balance is slipping. We are being noisier than we are being quiet, and this is causing my bollocks to retract.
So please, for the love of God, for the love of equilibrium, for the love of love, for the love of Star Trek, for the love of whatever it takes to motivate you – SHUT UP, just for a bit. And when you want to talk again, only talk calmly, about happy stuff, and make jokes, pay a compliment to someone, but stop infecting the world with more anger. It has enough already. If you do, I promise I will too, and to further that, I promise your life will be a little bit better for it. You will be happier if you just shut the holy fuck up.
(See that? Wasn’t my opinion awesome? Aren’t I clever? Don’t you agree? And while we’re on the topic of my opinion, do you want to hear about how angry I feel about guns and sexism and racism? Thought not.)