My Christ

The whole point of life is to suffer. Idealists would believe otherwise, but the truth is that the only standard by which humanity defines itself is through our unconcious desire to be oppressed. This is something that manifests itself in various ways - wars, famines, class struggles, and many other obvious ways. For our modern world however, our latent desire for oppression is something for which we have to find more modern solutions. This has led to a generation of people who sadly believe they understand suffering - either because they work some crappy job, or their dad drinks, or god forbid they were in an abusive relationship or addicted to drugs or some other nonsense. All we want to do is complain, in fact complaining has become a virtue, especially in this country. The mere act of enduring hardship is something for which we dole out praise and support, the loudest and most vocal complainers getting houses built for them in front of live studio audiences.

The point is, we're all equally miserable. We're conditioned to fuck up our own lives in grand dramatic fashion so that we have something to complain about later, our suffering the only point on which we can relate to our fellow man, a great competition, with those who have the most to complain about winning recognition as a proper human being.

The problem of course being that none of us have suffered. We gripe about working double shifts while children in third world countries starve, cry over the broken homes and percieved lonliness of our lives while migrant workers are crushed to death by the several decade old machines which make our sneakers.

Coincidentally, in the midst of writing this I get an IM from my BDSM girlfriend, who claims to be on the verge of tears:

"S is in the hospital, she's havign a breakdown. she called me last night after I got home and was crying and on the verge of cutting herself.. and recently she's had passing suicidal thoughts.. it's messy

I made her go to the ER

she's still there and on a waiting list to get into a psych facility for a few days to get her shit under control"

I think to post a sad smiley face as my response and laugh at how ridiculous our modern age is. This is a tragedy for these people, yet why? They should be celebrating to have this horrible failing of mind to rally around. The only thing by which humanity defines its heroes is through their hardships. We crucified our own savior and today it is that image by which we rally around. Not Jesus feeding the hungry or curing the sick or rising from the dead. We celebrate bleeding, broken Jesus - Jesus in pain. Our god is unlike your god we say.

Our god was real, because our god bled.