disenchanted, lost, hoping,
my tragic age
“A self-destructive person feels completely alienated, utterly alone. They’re an outsider to they human community. They think to themselves, “I must be insane.” What they fail to realize is that society has, just as they do, a vested interest in considerable losses and catastrophes. These wars, famines, floods and quakes meet well-defined needs. Human beings want chaos. In fact, they’ve got to have it.
Depression, strife, riots, murder, all this dread. We’re irresistibly drawn to that almost orgiastic state created out of death and destruction. It’s in all of us. We revel in it.
Sure, the media tries to put a sad face on these things, painting them up as great human tragedies. But we all know the function of the media has never been to eliminate the evils of the world, no. Their job is to persuade us to accept those evils and get used to living with them. The powers that be want us to be passive observers. Hey, you got a match?
And they haven’t given us any other options outside the occasional, purely symbolic, participatory act of voting. You want the puppet on the right or the puppet on the left? I feel that the time has come to project my own inadequacies and dissatisfactions into the socio-political and scientific schemes, let my own lack of a voice be heard.”
(Pours gasoline all over herself and lights herself on fire)
– On alienation. Waking Life (modified)