Now’s the time to write about it.

Posted: November 30, 2024 | Author: | Filed under: Brief...therefore witty. | Tags: , , , , , | 1 Comment

In 50 years, those there and then will wonder why there wasn’t more first-hand accounts of the 2020s.

There are lots of ‘accounts’ – but these are largely bots, or worse – idiots.

And whilst I always take a certain pride in ticking that ‘I can confirm I am not a robot’ box, I am accordingly an idiot too.

And the issue with idiots is brevity, which is why they’re so well suited to social media.

However, if you listen to an idiot for long enough you come to realise one of two things:
1. Actually, they’re not an idiot after all
2. Actually, you’re an idiot along with them

One or two, you’ll realise whichever depending on your idiocy.

We have people who aren’t idiots – journalists, who are inevitably historians.

But what does the typical Brit consider of the Russian ‘military operation’ (aka – definitely a ‘war’) against Ukraine?

What does the average French woman think about Queen II dying?

And does anyone know how the people of Papa New Guinea feel about the worsening lack of fish generally?

Who is talking? Who is taking notes?

There seems to be, as I myself feel, a reliance on Google being around tomorrow.

It probably will be, but also – who knows?

Do you keep a diary?

I don’t, because naturally I feel all my opinions are worth sharing in blog form, which is like social media but more of a long-form idiocy.

The difference between a blog and a diary however, is consistency. Like a a good cake.

Diaries are quality cake.

This blog is shop-bought.

However, we can increase the output to the point of being disciplined – it’s just going to require everyone being ready for a greater stream of idiotic thoughts and feelings from me.

For some, that might be a blessing.

One shouldn’t compare oneself to others, but only to oneself yesterday.

Or, you can compare yourself to me – and feel pretty great about yourself in contrast.

Think about it this way: at least you aren’t saying this.

So brace yourselves, for a torrent of inane and mundane is on the way.

Why? So in whatever tomorrow may come, the people may know what a truly average person thought and felt about things.

See you there.

Sam

P.S. For breakfast, I had eggs. And this climate crisis really is getting a lot of attention now. Hmm. Think I’ll some more eggs.