It’s my cynicism. I’m noticing that I’m becoming a salty annoyed person because a charity thing I’m doing is demonstrating a theme about certain people. I always want all people to be like their star trek next generation self, but really some people are more like their idiocracy self. I think part of the idiot-dynamic is actually on me for focusing on those folks — like that’s something I really have an instinct to do and wish did not.
In general, I want to be like “hey let’s go to jupiter and see what their freedom is like while sharing songs and strawberries” but people are all like “Nah I’m busy making sure this lizard brain is winning also my favorite gatorade flavor is blue it has electrolytes” and then I’m all like “ok I’m going to run marathons I guess” and they’re all like “That’s sexy let me judge how the cheese tastes even though I would never ever ever ever ever in infinity lifetimes make cheese.” And I’m all like “huh?” and they’re all like “what?” and then I’m all “You understand that’s a weird reaction” and they’re all like “What do you mean, you’re weird I’m going to linger around chatgpt-at-best level of a human-output and keep confusing delegation with a production skill”
In conclusion, I am a very salty biscuit, and also noticing that my ability to be full of hope that makes me more eloquent is diminishing. If we live in the TNG universe I want to be more like Picard. If we live in the idiocracy universe I’m tempted to be more like Terry Crews. Which is dumb, but how I feel. Why bother reasoning and using diplomacy to negotiate differences if the respect of an aligned crew won’t follow. Who has more fun and has a more satisfying life anyway? It should be picard, right? ….Right?