I whip my hair back and forth!
They whip my mind back and forth.
Identifying the corporate factions playing tug of war with my attentions.
Why cant I stay on task? Where is my mind at this very moment? Am I working? Am I surfing the net? Both?
We’ve certainly not caught up with the wild fires that our unbridled mental adventures have taken us, of late.
When I was a child, the picture of unbridled attention was the group of children asleep on the couch with the television buzzing that soul stirring sound it made when the late, late too late movie was over and there was no more to be watched. We children who were let to stay up to that moment unsupervised considered ourselves the conquerors of media. We had kept our minds awake past the nowhere land of medias planners. We were whipping them, we thought! WUSS! We gloated they wont beat us in John Henry fashion we were setting ourselves up for a challenge that we couldn’t conquer.
There are no boundaries on the time or the subjects that we fight against in this era of media waves. Tsunamis of tidal proportion wash over us and we struggle to keep our heads above water and there is no conqueror and no one captain with whom we are engaging in our insurrection.
Whatever things are good, lovely,...etc. notwithstanding. We cannot avoid seeing and having to react to the reality of the capacity of the vehicles whipping our brains back and forth. I am not whipping myself. HIB(hair I bought) HIG(Hair I grew) etcetera and ad infinitum being whipped in every direction on every subject. There is no culturally accepted center of the court. Dorks do this, cool peeps do that, Christians respond like this and others??? There is no considerate acceptability.
The simplicity of the 1800s and early 1900s with one standard for each social standard of people and the hierarchical systems of ages past have given way to the self expression guided by who? We have no idea who is putting those standards out there. We are being whipped around and about and the systems are looking for a scapegoat and blaming us for being whipped.
A likely story, Peter Pan steps in. Wendy walks the plank to fight the Establishment and what happens? A wave takes over and turns the boat over and everyone has to swim to shore collapsed in heart and mind by the magnitude of what we are fighting.
I dont at all believe that God is smaller than this boogieman. I simply believe that our individualistic mentality has duped us into believing that an individual can control his own mind and fight this battle himself. We are all in this rehabilitation movement, whether we know it yet is suspect.
My name is Jayne Walker and I have fallen under the media waves again and I am not breathing on my own yet. Who are you?
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