Recursive Words

After a relatively peaceful week at home, everything was thrown into disarray last night. I’m not going to write anything about it here, because it’s not my story to tell – but it will be me picking up the pieces. It always is.

Forgive me if I’m being deliberately vague.

I’m just getting a bit tired of towing the line – doing what is expected, and telling people what they want to hear all the time – while seeing straight through whatever’s unfolding in front of me and knowing better than to do or say anything to question it – for the “greater good”.

Anyway.

Enough about that – not that I really let on what “that” is.

After my middle daughter wandered into the lounge talking to whoever would listen about some Tiktok video or other earlier, I stopped her in her tracks – and made her realise how many hours she has wasted scrolling short-form videos recently.

I really fear for the upcoming generation – that have grown up in a world filled with reaction videos, fabricated slop, and hot takes on anything and everything. You only have to look at the comments on anything garnering a reaction to see the army of idiots trying to come out with the funniest line.

Whatever happened to being thoughtful, and genuine?

I could go on. I just deleted a quite lengthy paragraphy descending into a spiral of foaming invective. Nobody needs to read that.