I AM PISSED. About everything.
And don’t give me some spiel about ‘inner peace,’ or accepting things as they are, and once I do, I will be more complacent, happy and peaceful. As if that the ultimate meaning of life is to ‘just let things go.’ Let me be clear, meditation is a wonderful too, and this post has nothing to do with meditation or anything of its kind on that scale, but I am here to explain something very simple: anger is necessary.
Anger and all of its synonyms are a vital part of our history and evolution as a species. Nothing worthwhile ever happened that didn’t come from a spark of annoyance, rage, or being just plain fed up.
Let it go. Like the damn song. It’s more accurate parody, fuck it all, seems to be more appropriate. In fact, we should be playing that version for our kids. And before you get all upset and offended for me putting the idea of perpetual disappointment and curse words into our kids’ heads, tell me something. Is any of it really untrue?
Now, I’m not jaded, and I’d appreciate if you didn’t label me as such. But someone told me something a few months ago, that still flutters around in the back of my mind, like a fly that just won’t go away no matter how many times you swat at it. This thing was said to me out of love, out of acceptance and this person’s life experiences, and I respect that, and the person. But for me, I believe they are wrong. And the reason is because of that little fly, buzzing around in my brain in the quiet moments of reflection. When it lands, it irritates, and expounds, feeding anger into it. A prime example of my coming point.
Get pissed. Several years ago, I wanted my writing slogan to be “Get mad, get loud, start talking.”
Anger brings attention. It brings change. Ignites revolutions. Anger innovates this world. Do you really think the Guttenberg Press would have been invented if so many people hadn’t gotten pissed off and thought, “There’s got to be a way to make copies of this Bible without me having to spend my entire life hand writing only a handful of copies.” Of course they were pissed, hand cramps and carpal tunnel and arthritis. Fuck yeah, I’d be pissed too if my hands didn’t work properly.
So my point: Get mad. Get Pissed.
Because that little spark of unrest, of unhappiness, of dissent, is the pillar of motivation. It is the sole, deepest, most carnal and intuitive response known to our species. And it is one hell of a burning ember. An ember so bursting with heat and power that it has toppled nations and empires, spawned change across cultural, political and social boundaries. It is so empowering and overwhelming that we cannot help but to pay attention to rage.
Don’t misunderstand me. I am not necessarily talking about violence. I am all for violence when appropriate and necessary, and the rest of you agree with me even though you are probably shaking your heads. Deal with it, because you wouldn’t have the ability to be reading these words, shaking your head, and uniting in herd mentality if someone hadn’t gotten pissed and brought an onslaught of violence to the very ground your house is sitting on. Suck it up, buttercup. Violence is a useful tool.
However, back to my point. Peace is acceptance. When applied across the chasms of nations and political, social and cultural concepts it is a wondrous tool and important. It has been a long time since any of us have ever felt true peace, and I’m sure most of us don’t comprehend it beyond Webster’s publications. But getting mad, getting pissed isn’t about not being peaceful. Being pissed is about motivation, for any number of things. The applications are endless.
For example: I am pissed that I have Crohn’s disease. (and I hate calling it a disease, as it is the same as saying ‘I have ADD, it’s a disease’. No, idiot, it’s not a disease, you just function differently, outside of a particular set of guidelines deemed acceptable, same as with most diseases, but more about that later…)
Crohn’s disease is not a purely genetic condition. In fact, if I have children, they have about a 2% chance of developing it just because mom does. Crohn’s is a condition, exacerbated by the ENVIRONMENT. Let me be clear about that, because I don’t mean too much pollen in the air, or an overdose of Vitamin N (for nature).
I mean the post-Industrial Malthusian world that my great-grandparents, grandparents and parents allowed for us to live in. Even encouraged. Not a single fucking one of them took the time to question their government and corporations. They blindly accepted what they were told, and no one took the time to go: ‘huh, well, coal burns and we can make electricity with it, jeezy petes, that is some nasty black smoke emanating from it, maybe we should see if it has harmful effects.”
I’m not saying fossil fuels cause Crohn’s for all you literal sheeple out there. What I AM saying is, no one took the time to think, or care, about the harmful effects of things such as: lab-created chemicals, fossil fuel burning, chemical laden foods, GMO’s, pesticides, insecticides, phthalates, parabens, triclosan, BPA, FLOURIDE????, etc. THAT IS WHAT CAUSES CROHN’S.
FIRST-WORLD, POST-INDUSTRIAL ENVIRONMENTS.
If you have cancer.
If you have heart disease.
If you have Diabetes. Or a thousand other almost exclusive first-world conditions.
And the list goes on and on. We did this to ourselves. We did it to each other.
You did it. My parents did it. My grandparents, and so forth.
We are killing the quality of life of innocent people. Of children. Of people without means. And you accept it. And you tell people like me, that we should accept the things we can’t change, and let it roll off of our backs because we can’t fix it. As if ‘life’ has thrown this at us. Life is guilty of nothing, merely a roll of proverbial dice, but the sicknesses caused by first-world living, are 100% preventable. Life is not the culprit. Corporations, government, and ignorant, self-serving, ‘peaceful’, god-fearing people are.
Because we have stood idly by, and watched as the cancers have eaten at our loved ones. As the heart disease and strokes have crippled our families. As people starve their bodies with empty processed food.
So get pissed. Get pissed so that we can make change. Get pissed so the quality of our existence does not depend on treating unnatural symptoms with unnatural remedies that cause other unnatural symptoms and conditions.
Because your peacefulness. Your complacency, your selective ignorance is killing your Children. It is killing our quality of life and destroying entire WORLDS of POTENTIAL that future generations could bring to the continuation and sustainability of our race. It is keeping them from their passions, their hobbies, their goals.
IT. IS. YOUR. FAULT.
And I AM PISSED.
I am pissed that my parents never wondered about the fluoride in my toothpaste.
I am pissed that they could not afford Organic or un-processed food because it was not available.
I am pissed that I was forced to use Triclosan, paraben laden anti-bacterial soap that worked to destroy my immune system.
I am pissed that no one ever stood up to say, “is this REALLY necessary?”
No one ever told me. No one ever told you. But we see it now. And we have options.
I am PISSED. That I live, in a world, where it’s okay to poison our neighbors, but we shrink in terror at thinking a bullet is any different. We are killing each other, and if we aren’t killing each other, we are killing our quality of life. Our complacency is killing us.
So yes, I am young, I am often seen as inexperienced, and I am pissed. My anger did not die at the end of my rebellious, teenage years. And I hope that it never does.
As long as I am pissed, I know I can survive. As long as I am furious, I am motivated to fight, to stand up, to learn, to CHANGE the things that others accept because they are too lazy, or too trusting, or too set in their own ways.
Because it hurts. Every day that I feel pain in my abdomen. Every time I sit for hours in the bathroom with knots in my stomach. Every time I go for a lab-created, over-priced, pharmaceutical injection to kill my immune system, so that my immune system doesn’t kill me, I get mad. I get sad, I get depressed sitting in that chair, with government approved track marks on my arm as they put another IV in, I get so pissed that you all have no idea of what is going on in our world. And it’s not because you just don’t know, it’s that you don’t care to know, and you don’t question, or it’s not your problem, because it doesn’t affect you.
I get pissed because it happened to me.
I used to be like that, and perhaps, this is my punishment. It was always someone else, and now it’s me. That makes me a hypocrite, and I’m okay with that. But I am not okay with people sitting idly by, stuffing their faces with heaps of processed food, burning up our oxygen-rich atmosphere while corporations and governments pillage and rape this planet to the point of no return for our species to survive. We are in a mass extinction despite our numbers growing. Because we will reach a climax, and there will be a mass death concerning our species. Our time is limited, and so many of you don’t ever let it cross your mind, because you’ll let the bosses handle that bridge when we get to it. But if it doesn’t start now, there will be no return.
The legacy of our extinction will be one of complacency. That we did not question authority, or the powers that be. We will either rise as the species that learned how to change, or we will fall as the prime example for what happens when we don’t get pissed off.
So get mad. Get loud. Start talking. Express those rights you so love to exploit. And do it with every ounce of your being. Get pissed, so that we may get better.