He-bee-gee-bees
Every so often though, some of the negative parts of the culture seem to materialise and it really gives me the he-bee-gee-bees.
Dollcee walked through the door and said what about this, as content makers we believe that we are contributing to the culture we exist in. We are aware that our contribution is ignored and so, we are not likely to undermine the culture in any way shape or form. So, who, what, where and why determines the culture, I am talking about the whole kit and Kaboodle here.
Dos was a bit shocked by how direct Dollcee was and so, he faked a look of vagueness, hoping she would calm down a bit. After all, it is early.
Dollcee was on to Dos’s evasion and said, I am not angry Dos, a bit frustrated, but not angry. It has occurred to me that there is a sort of continuous civil war going on within and over the culture.
While we fluff around as a bunch of arty air heads, with optimistic, happy perceptions about everything, there are actors out there who are prepared to go to any lengths to force their position on to all citizens, that includes us.
Dollcee maintained the intensity and said, don’t hide behind your device Dos, if we are going to be serious content makers, we are going to have to deal with some very important issues and they are not the ones we like to fantasise over.
Dos sheepishly put his device to one side and said, Dollcee, I know we are a group of naïve neighbourhood kids who think we know what we are doing and we have some big mountains to climb, but look at all that madness on Padokes’s television, we are not the only ignorant boofos in this culture. I wonder whether it is war with clearly identifiable actors or chaos with a constant mad scramble going on. Perception is mainly opinion and I think it comes down to how something is weighted in importance.
Dos didn’t know where it was coming from, he kept talking, it does not matter what you do or say, it will be approved by some and resented by others. It will also be dismissed and seen as a threat that must be dealt with by some.
The language itself, can be what it describes. It can be the ammunition in a battle and the means of peace in diplomacy.
I wonder how we became aware that what we are doing is way beyond our abilities. Yet, we continue on with it. Is it because we are young, or have we got faulty neural networks.
The more I become aware of everything, the more I realize it is a journey and let’s hope our inquisitive energies help to guide and protect us.
Dollcee had begun to level out and knew very well that a calm rational neural network had a better chance of understanding something much better than an emotionally tangled up one.
Dos, I know we have no chance of knowing what the culture is all about. Every so often though, some of the negative parts of the culture seem to materialise and it
really gives me the he-bee-gee-bees. Our little room in the universe seems futile and I think, oh no, I believe I might have a mental hygiene problem. Then, I come back to earth and remember how lucky I am not to be dealing with immediate survival matters and I can imagine I have the luxury of worrying about mental hygiene.
Dos said, do you think we should venture beyond the little room in the universe and seek a cause or align with a movement and use our skills and energy to shift something in the culture.
It was Dollcee’s turn to come to a stop and go into deep neural processing mode. I doubt if any serious group would want a group of neighbourhood kids like us, except as cannon fodder. I don’t wish to be sacrificed for some ideal I probably don’t even understand, even if it sounds really good. We decided to be receivers of the cultural language and then, broadcast it straight back at the culture as genuine interrupters. No one is interested in our content making, but why stop doing what we think is worthwhile, only because it all appears to be, too big and pointless. What is the alternative for us, join a street gang and sit around being a bunch of ‘dah dah do dahs’.
Dos said, I really like the idea that we are part of the cultural audience, but we are capable of mangling the message and broadcasting it straight back at the
culture. We have no ill intent of course, but simply as a way of saying, look at what the culture is doing to a group of kids who are normal and ordinary and don’t sit around going ‘dah dah do dah’ all day.
Dollcee had relaxed and was once again in the content making groove and not overcome by gross indescribable doubts pressing down and suffocating her energy.
Dos, the idea that we are part of the cultural audience really appeals to me, but it raises issues that we will have to consider.
For example, if we behaved the same way that we are subjected to by the social media, we would be put in an institution pronto. So, we are filtering what we are subjected to and reflecting that back at the culture in the form of imagery and music.
Dollcee said, besides not wanting to be institutionalised and I don’t subscribe to the ugly interactions portrayed by the respected media.
Dos let out a very long low whistle and said, I see where you are coming from Dollcee and I believe you have a valid point.
That’s it, no matter what we do, we are being complicit and confronting. All we can do Dollcee is continue to make content within the bounds of our current ignorance and hope that it is a record of a little group’s reaction to their cultural exposer.
Dollcee said, the fact that we are making a record of our behaviour would have sent us to the gallows in another period in history
Dos said, maybe we are doomed to be compulsive recorders of our behaviour and it is probably a very good thing for us to remain obscure, in case we are planting the seeds of disruption and don’t even know it and only think we are kids having fun.
That would be a funny story to read, ‘The Innocent Revolutionary’, by Normal Citizen, a fellow who maintained a diary of his existence. The diary became a popular read after his bereaved dog with green ears published it on the line as a warning for those who write down what they witness.