If you can pull the wool off your eyes . . . depending of course on the state of your generation . . . and its officially accepted year zero . . . then it seems a ‘no brainer‘ that society is not what it appears to suggest to those less engaged. The officially sanctioned promises of a brighter future have a hollow empty ring to it. The unabashed program of Globalization is but a cover for what in a seminal form was Soviet Communism at its best and cynical Bolshevism at its worst. To those who are not brushed up on these things in terms of history of former eras, it equates to two basic points. Number One. “To each according to their need from each according to their ability.” Translated to the state will make sure that all your wealth is under their control and is at their discretion in terms of who gets what. The number two being a bit more visually under the dash in a less official paraphrase ““This means that a series of consecutive instructions posted behind the company firewall is your only option as any live [human] operators will only be able to help you read the very same list. Don’t even bother trying to reach beyond the rules because if you do manage reach a supervisor that you are probably some sort of trouble making terrorist! Restaurants for the underclass, in other words one where is served by humans and the individual quality of food is ever at issue, is reserved only for people whose pay has six zero’s behind it.
OK, enough moralizing! How the Hell can one fit into the future when they are burdened by the pleasant fleeting memories of better times past. This is particularly annoying when you are older. When your expectations of what was typical of past existence are what you believe are the default. But in time, or rather with the passing of decades, become completely out of date. Certainly notions that are foreign to those in formative points of early adulthood. One might be a fossil or a simply a villain to the general sense of what is considered as so. Of course, one is never aware of the true tenor of the times until one’s overly lengthy existence has floated away too far afoul of them. The the rule book suddenly seems to change. And then one is on the outs. A proclivity of money from a secure income might help one’s chances of appearing to stay contemporary despite the appearance of crow’s feet and a paunch. Love, certainly lust becomes more problematic as one is definitely not conceded a viable commodity. Stay away from those former watering holes that if they managed to stay current have nothing there for you at your age. That is except for scorn and a sense of uneasy invisibility. Age is something to be shared only with those of your own vintage and own clan. If your clan dies out, it is very hard to replace it. Most likely, impossible.
Guess what? Any change at that point seems substantially jarring. Maybe impossible? Because the some total of one’s experience is as a result accumulation. This does not mean that the accumulation of same by itself makes one become so weary that they feel old. The actuality of which suggests that only the continued infirmity of one’s physical form degenerating is most likely the cause of? It seems that even in one’s nineties it is impossible to feel that they have merely had a challenging case of a persistent mindset of being in one’s twenties. The unexpected benefit in many cases of all this being one begins to appreciate much of what they formerly were immune to. Sentimentality now seems to rear its ugly head. You appreciate sensitivities in others that were formerly once a matter of triviality. You may even shed an unexpected tear or two even if you don’t want to. The implicit parts of being human will always have their way. Hopefully that ‘running roughshod‘ styled social engine created by our current set of Utopians will catch up to the fact that their many overlapping control mechanisms and subsidiary ministrations are really not all that necessary after all!