Many times, as human folks are wont to do, we hoist our own troubles on the grand shameless pedestal of victimization. We tend to immerse ourselves in our own troubled narrative to such a pathetic degree that it becomes our sole, overriding narrative while failing to comprehend that most (as in no one) shares the same fixation. In other words, people get tired of your self-pitying harangue. So what is one to do? One solution is to make the self-pity more “universal” and couch it in concepts which many can relate to while not being forced to concern themselves with the gist of the troubled narrative.
Being the dangerously clear-minded, self-aware philosopher that I am, it doesn’t take a great stretch of the imagination to see that my loathsome job situation is not anything close a universal fixation for anyone but me. I can accept this because I accept humans in very ambivalent shades of Hate versus Hate Less. The danger inherent to a continual stream of posts titled “Technicolor: Fuck You series” risks eventual alienation, and this is why I will now embellish upon the aims of this “series” for those who may be scared off.
When I powered through parts 1 through 5, I was filled with absolute hatred and fury. However, toward the latter parts, I found myself wondering if this was wise. Anger eventually ebbs and we wonder if we are being unrealistic after acting out of anger. Naturally, in my case, I wondered how close I was to endangering my severance, but as I stated in part 1, fuck severance. And fuck money. I refuse to be a slave. I cannot quit this series for fear of loss of money. That would be self-defeating and a hypocritical travesty. I do plan on continuing this series as a superficial tool for helping foment a reassuring catharsis, a much-needed catharsis, in the wake of the mental and emotional damage I’ve incurred as a result of my tenure at this faceless behemoth called “Technicolor.”
Now perhaps it’s some sort of Aspie (I’m not, as far as I know) instinct, but I do not do well with devoting my precious mental energy to tangible, concrete items. I would get tired of writing incessantly about this company and the layoffs, just as most people would get tired of reading about such things. However, I find that I want to lace many of these cathartic writings with the same universal, sociological concepts that I am fond of writing about normally on this blog. In that respect, I believe I can remain true to my mission of “Social Extinction” while also bringing Technicolor to its figurative knees (of course, in my mind only, but this is good enough for me!).
I will continue to do my best to unravel this work situation in the most “entertaining” and broadest conceptual manner possible. I don’t know how long the series will run (long after I’m laid off, to be sure) but I will occasionally break it up with unrelated posts if non-related items pop up in my head or on my news feed. In addition, I’ll scuttle the inflammatory “fuck” subject line because I believe that will detract from the substance and appeal of my writings on the subject over the long term.
Do not fear…Technicolor is still here but Socially Extinct is as well, and I have no intention of binding myself to the claustrophobic trap of writing about a (distasteful) thing instead of ideas.