I've been thinking a lot lately about the current socio-political world we live in, especially on social media and how everyone on there is trying to find something to fight about. The anger can sometimes be used for the betterment of society, just look at the way #MeToo finally nailed Harvey Weinstein and other such sex criminals. Look at the way #BlackLivesMatter has brought upon political discourse and organization within the African-American community. I can go on and on about the positives. But, then again, sometimes the aim can be darted towards folks that don’t deserve it, despite there being exonerating information that puts into doubt the person’s guilt (The real problem is that people just don’t read these days and have the attention span of fleas). Does this anger from these Social Justice Warriors stem from resentment for the burden of being? We all know suffering is a certainty and the more science evolves, the more we realize that we mean absolutely nothing in this universe – we’re just a spec of dust in a gloriously immense entity. This would, of course, lead to people being pissed about existence itself and trying to find any kind of purpose or meaning to justify their existence. If it means hating on “Green Book” or Woody Allen, despite being uninformed, so be it. They want to be part of a herd, a “safe space,” that brings about a sense of purpose to their meaningless life.
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