I browse the internet on some days. I tend to read /lit/ and /fit/.
As I’m scrolling through /lit/ reading threads about Buddhism, Christianity and whether women really like literate guys (consensus seems they don’t) I come across these gems.
These are compilations of posts written by a 27-year old Londoner who spends his days eating junkfood, going to the gym and walking around London. He seems severely depressed and is living a life you’d clearly not want for yourself. It’s sad to read. Every post is basically the same, a summary of his day where he watches University-aged girls and envies them, envies normal people and wonders whether other people are laughing at him.
But also, on the other hand, inspiring. Every day this guy has hope that the next day he will actually produce something, that he will have the motivation and willpower to work on a big project and start his real life. Every day this guy calls his junkfood monstrocities ‘The Last Binge Ever’, which implicates that the following day he will not have junkfood. But he does.
Gosh, that’s a familiar feeling. I think this rings a bell with a lot of people.
Producing is how you get ahead in life. It’s how you contribute to society.
I’m not even talking about having a job. I read a Dutch article about how more and more people have bullshit jobs, jobs where they don’t do anything and just cash in a check. I’d reason that it’d be better if they just got a basic income, so they can spend their free time doing productive things and give back to society instead of having to show up and sit at a desk all day. These seem to be jobs with a bureaucratic label. The absolute horror of residing in a golden cage where you get money for doing nothing but feel useless because you’re not doing anything!
So producing, that’s what it’s all about. By spending your free time making something instead of consuming media all day (ironic since I’ve started this post with the fact that I consume forums sometimes) you get ahead emotionally, financially and relation-wise. I have been producing paintings since I was 14 years old, and it’s certainly helped me get ahead relationship-wise. I am more confident and give less shits than someone who doesn’t produce. It’s because when you have something to do every day, something to work on, it creates this hyper focussed feeling of getting in the zone and trying to accomplish your goal.
LondonFrog acknowledges this. He sees producers, artists, writers, businessmen as ‘producerbulls’ because they contribute to society and get ahead. There is of course the question whether you want to get ahead, because getting ahead also means more responsibilites. But our Londoner’s view is pretty one-sided.
He sees himself as a ‘consumercuck’, even though he lifts heavy at the gym. We all know someone who is a consumercuck. This person will come home from work (if he or she has one), claims he or she is too tired to do anything, watches TV, eats microwave food or orders takeaway, probably smokes or drinks and complains non-stop.
LondonFrog reads a lot of books for the pseud cred, sometimes doesn’t even enjoy these books. Do you sometimes watch TV all evening and when you go to bed realize that there was nothing of interest on the telly? Do you watch the telly or play videogames the following day anyway? Watch out, you may be in the process of becoming a consumercuck.
I post this post so that you have an example of what not to do.
Don’t spend your time on Instagram. Don’t spend your time scrolling on Facebook. And for the love of God, stop consuming brainkilling TV. Stop eating junkfood when you can get healthy food for half the price.
Pick up a book. Pick up a pen. Pick up a paintbrush. Start learning something new or cultivate old hobbies. Open up a blog. Write a book. Join a club. Start a podcast. If you really don’t know what to do, you can always learn to code or get into mathematics,
I deleted my Instagramapp by the way. Fuck that app. Also, in the tradition of producerbulling, over the last few weeks I’ve been playing around in Photoshop, emulating a drawing style that I did therapeutically when I was admitted in a clinic. I’ll make it so that you can buy posters of them.
Until next time.