Are we obsessed with fatalism?
I don’t need to flog the dead horse that’s already dead
I’ve noticed a few things since restarting my occasional musings. Posts that ooze with fatalism seem to hit the mark most. The (totally merited) attacks on ai, complaints about the lack of fulfillment, general feelings around the suckiness of the world, all get eyeballs. More personal, artistic, introspective posts generally fare more poorly.
Click bait, negativity, sensationalism have, by and large, triggered our response systems. I have made a concerted effort to combat these urges: blocked publications on my news app; muted voices that bring nothing but non-positivity; focused on the posts and articles that uplift. But, I find myself falling into the trap when I post. I get it—I hate ai. I don’t need to flog the dead horse that’s already dead. So, with that, I will try to take my own advice when I post here.
Even though the poetry posts get low traction, I still enjoy sharing them, hoping a few people dig the words. My goal with writing, especially poetry and short fiction, is to open more eyes to a small, niche market. You write poetry? often stinks of disdain and misunderstanding. I hope that people reading all kinds of poetry, short stories, fiction, start to get a different view of the world, one not just wallowing in the tepid cesspool of bad news, the daily grind, and twenty-first century malaise.
Go read some poetry, novels, collections. Lose yourself, forget the world around you, think, laugh, smile.
Poetry: