Diseases. We all have them. Not necessarily the cancers or the really fancy sounding sicknesses. But if you break it down, they’re just problems, with solutions ranging from ridiculously easy to expensive and/or hard. On TV, we only see the problems with unfathomably difficult fixes. Overthrowing an evil empire, or defeating the very embodiment of all evil in the world- Nay, the UNIVERSE. But in real life, more of our problems are mundane. They’re the easy-medium range problems. And maybe if we spent an hour a day on each of them, they would go away. But what happens when you have 25 problems? Those problems we have aren’t intimidating by themselves, sometimes so much so that when you tell people about them, they wonder why it IS a problem at all. But they all cluster together and fuck you up, like a huge… well, you know.
Have you tried being the great fixer? Just buckling down and going “Okay, screw this, I’m dealing with ALL of these, NOW.” Well that doesn’t work. Not for long at least. Even the most organized person with charts and Powerpoints about managing your time well won’t be able to keep up a problem free lifestyle. Because while you can, doing so leaves you with virtually no time for anything else. So you spend the whole time keeping leaves out of the pool, you never have any time to swim. I could have come up with a more poignant analogy, but original ones about this particular topic are in short supply. It’s like spending all your time trying to keep your shorts in supply, you never have any time to wear them. Try to fix everything, and that’s all you’ll be doing. Not even considering people asking you to help with their problems. Eventually, you’re just going to get tired of it.
Besides, I firmly believe that one of the best way to deal with your problems is to give them a big FUCK YOU and not care. For a while, at least. Or more than a while. Though that works in more of a spiritual-emotional capacity, rather than a practical one. We’re never going to stop having stuff to deal with, we’re never going to be truly at peace. The trick is finding ways to be at peace while all hell is breaking loose around you. Report due tomorrow? Fuck that, I’m watching Buffy. Important business-type meeting later? To hell with that, I want to kill virtual people instead. There will never be a -good- time to just relax, and as people get older that becomes more and more true. But trying to fight that makes people older faster. Shit is going to keep coming, until the day we die. And don’t even get me STARTED on heaven.
Practical advice? Got nothing. That’s all on YOU. And yes, I’m aware that people have “real” problems: starvation and poverty and whatnot. But do you care about African children with no food? Sure. Enough to actually do something about it? Didn’t think so. If an old lady a few feet away from you falls and breaks her hip, you should probably help her. But if an old lady in China falls and breaks her hip, nobody expects you to call 911 (or whatever you’re supposed to call in China). But if your grandmother falls and breaks her hip while she’s going on vacation in China, you ARE obligated to care. It’s all about distance and connections. And a lot of people I know aren’t particularly near or connected to starving children in Africa. Those problems are only “real” to the people who actually have them, and the people actively trying to do something about them. They’re no less “real” than your problems are to you. It may sound cold, but why does the world still have to deal with things like that? People tend to forget that we ARE people. Imperfect. In fact, most of the time very deeply flawed.
So maybe just deal with that nasty rash down there before worrying about the possibility of World War III. Of course, as I’ve said, it won’t end there. We’ll all keep trying to cure our diseases, trying, patching up leaks here and there until we finally drown. Sad, isn’t it?