Degeneracy and Boredom in the 21st Century

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Wilson Blair | December 16th 2011
There is nothing that makes you contemplate your pathetic existence on this planet like realizing that for the past two months, you have lived life merely as a collection of cells drifting aimlessly through the cosmos.

And no I'm not talking about YOUR meaningless and depressing life as a cubicle rat in some nameless high-rise slowly destroying the last vestiges of creativity left in the neurons of your central nervous system. No, you're living the American Dream, you are at the pinnacle of American existence.

I'm talking about literally accomplishing so little in two months that you begin to realize that antimatter does in fact exist in a stable state in this universe and all you need to do now is chop off your right arm and donate it to NASA.

When it occurs to you that, if two months ago, someone strapped you down and used your heartbeat as a human battery to solve the world's energy problems, your life would have more meaning than it does in its current state.

And then you start to wonder, "Am I even a human being?" as you watch someone like Mark Zuckerberg build an Internet empire from nothing. How can you justify being included in the same species as someone like that? Either I'm a subhuman, destined to sleep on a bed of my own feces my whole life or Zuckerberg is a god, living on a higher plain of existence.

A raging lunatic told me that certain people are programmed for success and others are not. This may be true, but what if there is a third option. What if certain people are programmed for absolutely nothing, the zero, the James Taggart.

Failure is something you can hang your hat on. You can look back on your failures and feel satisfied that at least you made an attempt. Zero is vast and infinite. Zero multiplied by anything is always zero. There is no escape.

And then your read about Environmental Determinism, and you can attempt to convince yourself that it's not your fault. Blame society! Blame your parents, blame George W. Bush. It's not helping. Get a job you Occupy Wall Street hippie! What's the use? We'll all be dead soon enough, and maybe if we're lucky, we'll get labeled as domestic terrorists and Big Bro'bama will send us to Guantanamo.

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