Obsolescence

 Our world is full of obsolescence,
Tech past its prime
In a world filled with change.
Our world is full of things
We were supposed to forget,
Things that aren't supposed to matter 
To us anymore.
Things that are better than what's new and shiny,
Coming from a time 
When making money was easy,
Things that were made
Before our leaders chose for us
Whether or not the past should matter.
Our world is full of obsolescence,
Things broken deliberately 
By people forcing us to move on.
Our world is full of things 
We can't use anymore,
And all of us now hope 
To be obsolete
Before the world decides
That we're no better
Than the past it wants to leave behind. 

End of May Reflections

     It's almost the end of May. As far as month's go, it's been relatively pleasant. You know, aside from the whole "Ongoing Genocide in Gaza" issue. The fact that Israel is now explicitly killing people for no reason and it still isn't enough for American politicians to consider pulling support for Israel is a damning indictment of our political system, but we'll just have to wait until November to see how that plays out. Got to give them credit though, people were wanting a world where Democrats and Republicans were equally worthy political candidates and they just gave it to us. Now we just need to admit that to ourselves so we can demand that they stop being genocidal maniacs and start being politicians again. Or just skip straight to the part where we order the guillotines. 

    Being an Infinitelist, I have strong opinions on how our world should work going forward, but one thing I think all of us can get behind is that we need to commit to our world's existence in order for our world to have any sort of future. We need to admit that our world just isn't working anymore, for anyone, and things need to change. We need to accept that the future we dream about, the kind of future so perfect it'll last forever without our help, doesn't exist. We can't even pretend that it did exist at one point. There are a lot of things we need to do, but I think the only way to start is admitting that our future depends on us being willing to stop participating in this society so we can focus on building the next one. 

Stickers

 Decorations on anything
That you want to make yours.
Mass produced,
Yet personalized.
Bits of the world you share with others,
Both those who see you
And those who own copies
Of the pictures you chose
To represent you. 

   I don't know how common this is, but where I live I get the distinct impression that everyone outside wants you to do what you need to do as fast as possible so you can get out of their way. I do live in a city, but as I keep walking to create the illusion that I'm becoming healthy, I find myself wishing that I could slow down sometimes. 

Only an Heiress

 I'm only an heiress
To the largest fortune in the world.
I only have a mansion,
And so much money that when I hit the walls they bleed gold.
I only have enough time to throw one party a day,
And only most of the elite can come.

I am the queen of society's ballroom,
I'm proud to say that when I speak, 
The world listens.
Everyone says I have the grace of a swan
And the beauty of a rose,
I suppose that I ought to feel blessed.
Why, then, can I not reach the stars?
Why do I seek to own galaxies 
When I already own planets?

Why do I wish for more than I have?
The other day I lost a gemstone so rare it had belonged to a museum,
And I simply paid to have it replaced.
Yet I feel that if I could have more jewelry, nicer clothes, and better food,
I'd be so much happier than I am now.

Those who say that money can't buy happiness spout nonsense,
Nothing makes me feel better than buying new things.
It's not even for me most of the time,
When your house gives you money for nothing, you don't need to buy more.
My friends all love me for the things they give me, 
My enemies always demand more.

I do wonder if I wouldn't be happier as a pauper sometimes.
They have to make do with what they have after all,
And I'm told that many of the things that make life worth living
Started when people had to try and make things last.
People think that I have everything,
But I'm only an heiress
To the largest fortune in the world,
And I learned very quickly 
That money isn't enough 
To make you interesting or special. 

    It's nice to see the world slowly come around to the idea that yes, we are enabling a genocide. Now we just need to strong arm Israel into stopping their heinous activities. 

    I wish that Kroger hadn't mandated that all of their stores have gates across the front entrance of all the stores they own. I find it hard to believe they deter thieves, and I don't appreciate the store treating me like one. It also hasn't helped employee moral at all. Not that any of the other stores in my area are any better. If I didn't need to eat, I wouldn't go grocery shopping anymore. 

Perfect Finds

Every so often
I enter a second hand shop
Looking for the perfect find,
Not a thing that I can't live without
But a thing that will make life a bit better
Than it was before I found it.
They aren't rare,
I find them all the time
But I don't think something needs to be rare
To be special. 

    I envy the people who can keep a house consistently clean. After spending most of my life in squalor because I refused to learn how to clean, I was suddenly inspired to at least prove that I could keep a house clean, and it takes so much effort. I know most people reading this will think, "Well, duh," but I'm not talking to successful adults who know what they're doing. I'm reminding myself and losers like me that there's a reason people who can hold down jobs and look after their loved ones ought to be respected and valued. What they do is much harder than the world makes it out to be. 

Mobile Gaming

Horrifying.
Shocking.
That's what they want me to think
Judging by the ads they sell.
In reality they are boring,
Empty,
Meaningless.
So why can't I stop playing them?