The Idiocy Detox Paradox.
The first time I unknowingly overlooked it, I may have been looking at a rectangular little screen that provided worldwide access to 6–7 billion talking, walking opinions.

Or maybe I was convincing a nihilist in a public restroom that the soap sensor was malfunctioning due to their swift and vicious hand-swiping rather than their inexistence. I can’t exactly recall when, at the moment. But as I later came to realize, albeit consciously this time, on one cool evening lounging on my fire escape as the sun melted the sky into Italian sorbet, that I had stumbled upon a tragedy that had one-upped the inevitable choice of evolution as we knew it long, long ago. Presumably somewhere endemic or peculiarly attached to the endless specifics able to be applied to any word more complex than “stop” or “please”. I damn near fell to my death.
But allow me to explain this renowned travesty of mob mentality and numbing trust by denoting its fundamental, and now more evolved, design. And deliberately avoid the notable factor that I, ironically, had initially noticed such a factor of society’s pretentious mentality through introspection in the process. For now.
“Agreement”, as I see it, is a drug, an addling haze, pleading the questionable as obvious to those who trust each other enough to agree for reasons that continue to escape me to this very special day. Which is understandable from a lonely point of view, as such airy agreement is a bit biophysically inexorable in the face of foreseeable usage of brain matter over matter, to put it kindly.
Unless, of course, this was never the case. And they had chosen to learn to knowingly change instead of learn with the one, major endpoint being to seek out similarly obstructing minds in chance-sync with whatever points they happen to fancy whenever their naturally pleasure-seeking ideologies so pleased to at the time. (Oh, loneliness, what a smartly procreative, primitive pun on the poetic.) Or had they maybe isolated themselves with a strict contrition to attain intellectual superiority of a majority out of fear of castration of their fragile, inexperienced self-assurance.

But nonetheless, I find the tragedy in the inescapable reality of our age. The Information Age, while still wonderfully wondrous, cannot escape the primitive stems of its upbringing. It’s riddled to lure both the stubborn and the lonesome into a subsequent production to code them, both are conveniently alike in their loneliness, into clones in effort to achieve the then-redundant task of growth. It is a paradox that will continue to metastasize and prevent original growth of a curious mind with different eyes and a different story as we erode back into the ingrained survival mode that blinds to redundantly ensure the prosperity of our kind. Considering such an urge would only be necessary if all of humanity were brought down to 12 people in a hut.
So be sure to note, these different eyes and different stories start with an initially, perfectly reliable outlook and personal pace when truly motivated despite what the “leaders” of us may think about the “precarious nature” of personal growth.
Continuing to note that the self-oriented search for emotional gratification and mental stimuli embarked on by the greater minds of today is of a kind they covet and can find either with or without the pressure of aspired kinship in the future. As such, the primal desire for amity remains, regardless of whether they choose to remain solid in their pure consideration or join an eternally eroding cesspool of unoriginal opinion borne of relative faith. Because, like it or not, they’re simply doomed to be wrong if they sink to the latter. Whereas there’s always a fighting chance for those living by the former, to promote whatever they’re willing and fully capable of proving without the subconscious requirement to accept the guidance of parlous misconceptions encouraged by peers that are not even present. Peer pressure asserting that the former get on board lest they be cast aside and ostracized by the intimidating reality of a very existent majority that thrives in the shade of doubt that a disagreeing POV never fails to create.
Which brings me back to my introspection and very near death. To the contradiction between those who plead open-minded but are unknowingly influenced, is the tragedy. They remain blissfully unaware throughout a disagreement with an alien party, even as that alien party dismantles views lionized by their wantonly agreeing majority, and can remain blissful if they’re generally sad enough. As for others, though. For the greater minds who truly aspire to become greater. They may appear devastated, or embarrassed, after being made aware by the considered aspects of these alien perspectives that view the very same point that they had maintained with such fervor, and yet still utterly failed to scrutinize in the meticulous manner they prided themselves in rarely failing to follow through with since highschool. And I’ve yet to see anything nearly as humble or free.
I rest my case.
