I’m not in the habit of resolutions. They’re usually set by people with no intention of keeping/maintaining them. I typically map goals out throughout the year anyway out of habit and work towards them.
As far as not so new goals go, I do want to minimize certain things. My time spent on anti-social media, or on-line in general. I try to veer clear from Internet poisoning of my soul. While I am a technologist by skill and trade, I’m really not. I find more fulfillment in art and in writing, in literature and my environment. Politics was putrid, it splintered and divided people. Now there are two exiting camps in America: the communists/socialist far left (aka radical libs), and the ones who weren’t. I was of the later group, the ones who considered themselves as being patriotic, which the left/libs despised (just as much as they did freedom and the nation that they’re in). Ungrateful, spoiled rotten shits really. I wish they could be offloaded into Hong Kong, mainland China or North Korea for an extended vacation. Might give them a new appreciation for the nation (somehow I doubt it, but who knows?).
I observed that I came to seriously detest the internet ecosystem, which was hostile and toxic. It was narcissistic and mean spirited, and there was an evil mindset that flourished therein. Never-mind the fact that it was a devourer of one’s time and mental/emotional well-being, but also a spreader of misinformation, confusion, and even depression.
I know we ‘feel’ like it’s a good thing, and it can be when done right. Yet most people cannot handle it, they lack the discipline and personal tools to manage themselves. In a sense, it could be a wonderful ecosystem like it once was during the politically incorrect web 1.0 era. Now? It’s a form of addiction and also enslavement. Self-enslavement, for we do have the option to walk away. Facebook and Twitter are influencer think tanks mass manipulating us all in how to think, act, behave, and even spend, who to vote for, all the choices you thought were your own. They want to own your ass!
What does that make us but digital prostitutes waiting for parasites to infect us?
The comparison model continues to maintain relevancy on these platforms, which have become immersible, integrated and simulating a need. A need for connectivity, of attractiveness and being liked, loved, etc. Now, we watch what others watch because they watch it like a herd. Nevermind if it’s the dumbest crap imaginable, we feel ‘safe’ because thousands have watched and loved it, so it must be on the up & up. Same with books, websites, movies, shows, podcasts, the like. Everything is a mountain of crap now. Our hobbies aren’t to record life but to live it. Taking a thousand selfies a day doesn’t make you more attractive nor perfect.
Return to simplicity
Being an adherent to minimalism doesn’t mean exclusively reducing materialism, it also pours into an excess of anything. Whether eating habits to behavioral patterns. Especially negativity, which is excessive in the USA. This country is a culturally sick place. Positivity is often preached and seldom practiced, except as an intellectual concept.
I’m also simplifying books consumed, music, movies, everything that I decide to allow into my stratosphere. These things can (and do) influence our mood, behavior, thought lives. I don’t get lost in books anymore, I don’t have the time and wherewithal. It’s either something really good or not. Take this gem for instance, Barnes & Noble placed it under Poetry. It’s not poetry, it’s pure literary garbage. It reads like the journal of a snowflake white girl who is depressed, drug-induced and very dark. How these types get published isn’t surprising, but what is is that some greedy, souless publisher managed to get it published in the first place. Now a bunch of clueless, witless millennials will find such fare and declare it as genius. You know because it has lots of vulgarity, bantering and twitter sexchanges.
2021 is a brand spanking new year. I went into 2020 with so many positive declarations and then it turned south at the onset. Now I’m prayerful of a season of change and calm, and maybe just maybe a recovery to a healthier, brighter, and entirely better place than we once were.