I was really at a loss over what to blog about, New Year wise. Perhaps part of it is I’ve just never cared a wit about NY eve parties. I’ve probably slept through more ring ins than I’ve celebrated. So whilst driving to Whole Foods earlier today, listening to NPR, it hit me: 2014 was a year of getting really tired of lots of shit. In no particular order and probably not exhaustive:
~ I got completely tired of dietary dogma of every sort. “Paleoish” has been pretty decent as a framework, but has become largely meaningless to me with its endless array of products—many of them junk food, basically—in packages that are now “Paleo.” Part of that is a weariness over static thinking when what people ought to be doing is embracing understanding in the context of real foods with a view toward getting better and better. For example, the idea that beans and lentils should be taboo, but here, “I’ve got ‘Paleo’ muffins, brownies and cookies,” is ridiculous. Going forward, it’s just real food in a context of mindful preparation and eating, without guilt or gluttony.
~ I got tired of all the narcissism inherent in social media, especially my own. When the first thing you often think about when doing anything is sharing it on Facebook, it’s time to dump Facebook. Zero regrets. No return. Twitter serves most as an RSS alternative and a chance to put stuff out that doesn’t call for a blog. Not a problem.
~ I got tired of caring about material things. In the last half of the year, where I bounced between an apartment in San Jose, a cabin in the mountains, and a trailer elsewhere in the mountains, I realized how very little I needed materially to be perfectly happy. No, happier, actually. Now I feel as though I have tons of stuff to get rid of.
~ I got ever so tired of the whole gay agenda, from top to bottom. It’s like every time I turn on the TV or radio anymore, it’s one more LGBT thing or another in some way or another, as though it’s a perfectly “normal” thing. But it’s not. It’s a fringe thing, like a foot fetish, always will be. That’s fine, what they do is none of my business, but that’s kinda the point. I’m tired of an agenda that seems intent on making their business my business. I don’t care and frankly, am tired of hearing about it.
~ I’m so tired of all versions of “support the troops” BS and I laf my head off every time someone talks about “the troops” in the context of “fighting” for our “freedoms.”
Hopefully, 2015 will bring another handful of things to get over.