Apocalypticism & Suicidal Ideation

There are doom-seekers in plenitude. This post is intended to help the reader notice the connection between doom-mongering & depression.

I have struggled with massive depression & suicidal feelings for over 30 years. It was only in the last couple of decades that I noticed the suicidal ideation buried in the apocalyptic fantasies of supposedly non-suicidal & ostensibly 'happy' people around me.

The next time someone starts predicting the crumbling of modern society, the destruction of everything around us, the end of it all, I want to encourage you to hear the excitement that can be found in the doomcriers voice, to hear the hope for catastrophic extinction that fuels these dreams of endtimes. This is the suppressed voice of depression seeking the catharsis of suicide so enormous, they'd take all the world along. Thru projective displacement the repressed depressed seek to throw out their bad feelings, their fears & anxieties & stresses, onto the world around them. Blameless for their suicidal feelings, guilt free, without the taint of mental illness, the doomcrier projects out their own desire to kill themselves onto the evil world. Ritual emotional purification of the wrong of intense self-harm.

Embracing The Future

The following rant was provoked by someone somewhere blaming the fashion industry for the 'end of fat-as-beautiful', which gets the causality arrow all tangled up. (But that's another post for another time.)

I know it's oh-so-fashionable to be doom-and-gloom about modernity and industrialization and all that, but frankly it's boring, totally old-skool (in a not good way), and it makes people sound like their parents, grandparents (again, not in a good way), or religious whackos.

I'm all for preserving traditions that work in modern contexts, but knee-jerk allegiance to nostalgia can leave the knee-jerker looking out of touch and, honestly? -- hostile, desperate, and somewhat pathetic.

I usually keep this opinion to myself, but I'm getting so tired of hearing people's inner fears about the future projected out as 'objective factual info'.

I like modernity; I like progress; I like electricity and computers and space travel and technology and modern notions of human rights (and clothing) and most especially I like public sanitation and modern plumbing.

I know too much history to ever want to go back.

And don't even get me started on how lacking it is in personal responsibility to blame things on the fashion industry. (Or the media, or government, or whatever . . . . . . Enough with the blame games.)