Response: We Have a Problem

I have an inherent tension within me which only becomes more pronounced late at night. (Can you take a hint as to when I'm writing this?) I want to be of both proverbial "camps", both parties, both sides. I endorse what I just stated in "We Have a Problem," but I also believe that everyone should have their say, and that things are not perfect, but we should do our best to try and make it perfect anyway. What we term "perfection" today may be obsolete by tomorrow because our societal morals and intellectual fashions are constantly shifting.

Sometimes, you should not just shut up and watch the movie. You should incite your fellow movie-goers to riot in a popcorn-filled frenzy, spilling over the faux red velvet seats into the projection room. You should stop the film, being sure to preserve it carefully for posterity and future study in a gigantic underground archival vault, and then you should make your own movie which does a mediocre job at the Sundance Film Festival. After so much time and effort, you become disillusioned and then work as a river guide at Disneyland's Jungle Adventure ride to find solace, meaning, and personal connection in your life which you're not sure actually exist. The only thing you believe in anymore is Mickey Mouse; he is real. Consequently, the movie you didn't just shut up and watch in the first place was Steamboat Willie.

I'm not sure if I believe what I just wrote in the above paragraph. Your actions made no impact whatsoever.  Switching to me and my narrative, I'm a dog chasing my tail - and I feel like I'm in good company with a lot of professors and intellectuals whose arguments are brilliant and well-articulated, but what's the overall point if you don't move anywhere?

My life could be an absurdist play. That is it; I'm living in a creation of Jean-Paul Sartre, who is in turn a creation of that little animator who sits at the corner desk in the back room under a fluorescent light, doodling on cardboard with a felt pen and mimicking the wails of Welsh alarm clocks.

This is a shovel. It is on top of a car.