Why Do Movements Die?

Of late I have been thinking about "movements" and why most never last long. And by movement I do not refer the bowel kind, but to the kind that is often a result of some random act of perceived injustice. In the present age, movements are often associated with terms like "Activist" and "Activism".  Most activists I know or forms of activism that I have encountered are as a response to some external stimuli. Could it be that this one fact, the presence of an external stimuli working as a trigger, is the very reasons movements often die? Because, humans being what they are, once one overcomes that external stimuli one looses the motivation to fight it. 

what's with all the extra words?

If we use two or three words to describe a thing does that make it more palatable?  For example, does being called an Administrative Assistant make you feel less of a secretary? Or does male partner baldness give you the impression that you are not actually balding? Better yet, does called big boned make you feel less fat? Yes, my body is currently sedentary meaning my mind is in overdrive! I need a drink.

I HATE CLOCKS!

I f*ing hate the clock that sits on my wall constantly remindering me that every second is a countdown to the end of life. A wicked reminder that my life has an expiration date. Like the parent who failed in life takes out his frustrations on his child it tick tocks accusingly on the wall demanding some sort of productivity on my part while it hangs lazily, bitch. And yet I am so addicted to it that when it dies I am quick to add batteries up its ass, afraid that I will not know what time it is.




Why would anyone create such an object of utter frustration? Why would humanity take a concept so arbitrary like time and make it the focal point of life? Time which brings with it the idea of mental and physical limitations, the more of it you accumulate the less use you are. Making youth, our period of maximum ego and minimum experience, the most desirable phase of life. Really? The age of throwing up in a public restroom while your equally drunk friend holds your hair can’t be the best years. Yet older women are reaching for it with plastic surgery and men with girls still in training diapers. All because of a f*ing clock.


I vote we remove all the clocks around the world, erase the very concept of time and everything that comes with it, that includes you 2012. Thanks Mayans. Thank you very f*ing much. Next time you send Chipcoatl to grab some rock for the calendar, please tell Chip to get extra coz you might have to leave a memo or instruction manual.  

LITERARY CREDITS

A PICTURE IS WORTH A 1,000 WORDS!

IF YOU HAD A CHOICE BETWEEN THIS TYPE OF LOVE CONNECTION
 
           

....AND THIS ONE
 
                                     WHICH WOULD YOU CHOOSE?

I find it very interesting that none of the black couples are looking each other in the eye. One half of every couple is turning away, hands are crossed or grabbing forcefully and the men we are supposed to "think like" look confused. 

And look at these lovely couples above. The Lucky ones who took  the vow. They are connected, looking deep into each other, their loins touching, vulnerable and present.

I'll leave it at that.