Total joke telling immunity!

I’ve been thinking about the point of life.  It’s one of the perks of working a part-time code monkey job;  I have lots of thinking time.  I spend a few hours a day pacing while thinking.  I’m big on being in motion when awake.  If I’m not moving, I’m sleeping.  There are so many things I want to do, I’m forced to use triage.  Thinking is a priority in my daily life.  I suspect it’s because it takes me longer than most to process my world.  (I can run really fast, so I figure it all evens out.)  So here it is:  I think the point of humans is survival.  I believe the goal is for homo sapiens to grow and learn and survive whatever we face as a species.  Any other goal is dependent on our survival first.

I’m unlikely to live long enough for our species to do anything cool, like colonizing another planet.  But I’ll get to see the first steps in the process of corporations replacing nations.  It’s happening now, but you have to dig a bit to see it.  The privatization of the space industry is a key indicator.  The international political scene is synonymous with the international corporate arena.  The ones who don’t pay taxes decide how taxes are spent.  This is universal.  It sucks ass.  However, the kleptocrats (Rothschilds, Rockefellers, etc.) are dying.  I wasn’t sure this was possible until one of them croaked recently at age 104ish, (after 10 heart transplants!).  It probably sounds cruel, but I was relieved to know the kleptocrats are still subject to death.  It’s important they are dying at the same time Millennials are finding their voices.  At least to me, it is.  (I’m on Team Survival.)  Things are about to get…  I don’t know the word.

Humans get tetchy when faced with a lot of change.  It’s going to be difficult, but we do difficult just fine, thankyouverymuch.  Gen X’ers, we’re going to need to volunteer to pick up the slack while our children shake up the world.  We need to put in the extra effort.  Check on your neighbors.  Vote in every election with long-term survival in mind.  It’s not about us anymore.  The least we can do is clear a path so our children can grab the reins and steer humanity in a better direction.  We planted the seeds of hope, now it’s time to let them grow in their own way.  Check out organizations like Meals on Wheels, or United Way.  There are lots of programs on the chopping block that we can compensate for in our free time.  We can do so much with donations and/or time.  It’s also a good way to network with the community.  Those connections are going to be critical in helping some of our kids get elected.

We need to pass on the unique skills we possess, like woodworking or hacking, etc.  Sign up to give a class in your community.  Encourage young people to achieve, or better yet, help them.  If you see a young person do something good or right, don’t hold back, tell them you noticed and encourage them.  There are lots of kids today who have no cheerleaders in their life.  It’s so easy to say, “Good job!”, or “Way to go!”  If you don’t have children, you can still cheer for your neighbor’s kids.  (I do.)  It doesn’t take much observation to recognize which children feel left out, neglected, or bullied.  Most of us know what it feels like to be that kid.  I like to annihilate every bullying incident I ever endured by unbullying.  As an adult, I recognize my superpower of being able to easily make a kids day.  I use it as much as I can.  The best part; it makes my day to make a kids day.

When I was growing up, there was a program called The Helping Hand.  If you saw a Helping Hand in someone’s window, you knew that person was safe to approach if you needed an adult.  I remember the day I used it.  I was walking to school with Heather when a large, unleashed dog approached us.  Heather was terrified of dogs and started crying.  I ran to the house with the Helping Hand, and the woman called my Mom who came and got us.  (The dog was a lovely chocolate labrador hunting dog owned by a neighbor. It hopped the fence to come and play with us.)  I remember the woman praising me for knowing what to do.  I remember how good it made me feel.  So, that’s what I’ve been thinking about.  I’m off to read.

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