I appreciate the expressions of support. I truly do. It is good to be loved.
This is, I'm sure, about winter depression; facing all the unspeakable possibilities along with ongoing poverty and the possibility of sickness with no benefits in place any longer - even paid sick time.
This isn't about suicide - I'm not suicidal, just feeling that it's getting real close to the end. I guess I've actually lost the will to live. Oh, it comes and goes, like a dying candle, but, mainly, no.
It makes perfect sense. I don't know how many do really understand - and I'm not being whiny, just presenting how I see things; the facts that I see.
First, I'm not like you guys. You're amazing! You take care of people and work for them and join and give and . . . I'm not one of those people. I'm one of those who simply is incapable of all that. I am one of those who need taking care
of. Maybe the libertarian/Randians are right, and I'm one of the non-people who should just go away and this is natural selection - I don't know. The more I see, the more I'm certain that I'm likely autistic, and, certainly, have never been taught how to live as an independent adult. I mean, this isn't depression, this is just how it is. I'm frozen (ha. ha.) when faced with adapting. It's not just difficult, it's disastrous, and impossible for me to actualize on my own.
Second, whether it's my own need to be cared for, I see the entire world as a netlike community. But that's not how we live. Making sure your
needs are met first is reasonable, but the entire human race lives under the belief that it is perfectly allright to have luxuries while others go without - that that is valid. Indeed, we don't - and this is universal, folks - regard things like hot water, private shelter, automobiles, choices of clothing, higher education, entertainment, as luxuries. They're expected. With that, there is religion, which is no longer groundbreaking, earth-shattering, status-quo-threatening. It's been tamed. MDG's are okay, but the problem is one endemic to the human race - there are countless social-service organizations, but only religion can have the audacity to change the entire human outlook. It doesn't. I'm not saying there's no value or good in meeting the needs of Third World countries, but that, when those needs are met, we encounter the same greed, the same taking-for-granted as a Donald Trump.
My despair is that, the one thing I can offer is to try to rally the troops. I keep saying, "We've got to fight, risk, be obnoxious." The different worldview I've been cursed with really does mean that I see how easily it would work. It's not hard at all. I feel like Katara, in Avatar (the series), trying to get Earth Kingdom prisoners to fight. I'm told, "You don't understand. This is just how things are." I write essays, harangues, even satire and am ignored. Apparently, since I don't have D.D. or Ph. D. after my name, or Canon, Fr., or Bp. before, I have no insight. I have no wealth, so I have nothing to say in secular publications. Perhaps I don't, which is the same as having the insight denied. No one listens or I have nothing to say.
Finally, this
is how things are, because I can't make everyone else realize how it could be - not you guys, you're pretty much as helpless as I am - so my future is not desirable. Growing older and more infirm alone, with no money to save back and an uncertain Social Security to rely on, prey in a predatory jungle of humanity. I would see about a religious order, but who, in their right mind, would take someone who needs taking care of at 43? Why should they?
"It gets better," "This too shall pass," mean nothing. It gets better, then worse again. It passes, then comes again. Nothing changes, it just cycles past, like the backdrop for a stage set, revolving to make it look as if you're travelling.
We could make the world better, right now. It would take so little, require so little. And it's impossible, so, people like me, and the kind and cheerful and hopeful, are ground up, forgotten, and, ultimately, alone. Even our religion, through its blind copying of what this diseased view of "human achievement," is nothing more than a well-meaning nanny whose only promises come from an imaginary tomorrow.