Car burns on the mind
Nov 10th, 2009 | By editor | Category: Life in a petri dish
Having your car burnt out is always a good way to start the day. They didn’t even nick anything. Just burnt it. For the craic. Mindlessness is a very difficult concept to deal with; expending energy on the negation of everything for no other reason than it’ll fuck somebody up, ruin someones day. In this case my wife, very young daughter and me.
On the way to work I felt angry, wanted to lash out, hate, hit, stamp, scream – not so much towards the perpetrators but toward all those who can’t be bothered about anything, don’t care about anything, don’t think for themselves, don’t think at all, don’t think full bloody stop.
Why don’t people make a small effort to think for themselves? Why don’t people use their limited energies to get involved in positive action? Why do we – those that do try - bother going on at all? Why do we make, create and produce when the vast majority don’t turn up, get involved, participate? Why don’t we just stop, shut our imaginations down, sit and slobber? It would make for an easier life
It is on these kind of days – when your car is burnt out – that my resolve temporarily weakens. I become despondent, I despair. But thankfully not for long. The fire returns, the light shines again and on I go in the vain hope that somehow things will change.
