Giddy With The Fashion

"All this I see, and I see that the fashion

wears out more apparel than the man.

But art not thou thyself giddy with

the fashion too, that thou hast shifted

out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion?"
Much Ado about Nothing
(Act III, scene 3)

  
Truth is a stirring concept. But whose truth are we spinning? Who is spinning the truth that our reality is being spun on? We are stirred by poetry, movies, the colour of a car, a lovers embrace and a soap advert. We rush home to cook up a meal that will eventually kill us.

Reality shows are scripted. That is why they are called "shows". That is why we believe in them so much. If they were not scripted perhaps we would get bored and switch off and see the real things going on in our own lives?

Beauty is not skin deep, it is botoxed, brush stroked and photoshopped. We know it and believe it anyway because we need real beauty to beautify in our lives, even though we are already beautiful. We are told which films and songs we like in awards shows so we can like them more.The only news that sells is the one that sells us out. 

We are paid a compliment and yet it costs nothing. Flattery lifts us up into the sky, leaves us twisting in the wind, fragile, vulnerable, needy. The more we want to be loved, the less lovable we are. We are found wanting in our wanting. Wanting more. Always wanting more. Because if we don't buy, we will die.

Men of God kill the creators creation, in "His" name. A man about to burn Korans in America is told this will stir a violent response, people will die. He burns them. People die. He justifies his act by pointing to the innocents who have died. One world condemns the other. The other world condemns them back. The rest of the world talks about how pointless all the violence is, as if that will make the slightest difference? Just like I am right now. This is how we spin.

Priests who abuse children are protected. Children who protest are shamed. Rich people lure poor kids to fight wars so they can make more money and send their own kids to better schools. Rich people's children are far too educated to be sent to the front line. We are told that the "war is won" but the peace is lost? We spin. We are spun. We spin the hand that spins us until spin is the only truth we know.

The truth is not down the road less travelled, that is a lie. Truth is an jagged rock that cuts open our heart, lulls us into a false sense of certainty as we slip into the abyss of nothingness. The more poignant the truth is, the more it hurts. This is why we hide from it at every turn.

 

Everybody cannot be our "Friend". We can never lead any of our "Followers". Just because a post has being Liked it does not mean we have been Loved. And we know it. And feel loved. Because this is our script. This the fashion of our times. We trip over ourselves to believe it.

I am going on and on and on, even though I am writing for no one. I am sitting here spinning this tale about being untrue for no one.  And there you are reading this. Thank you for turning up. Thank you for making a liar out of me. And I really, really mean that. Thank you!