The empty mirror
Okay, personal note: it’s an exaggeration to say my life has “turned inside-out” the past few weeks, but it’s been weird and let’s face it, I’m no Hunter Thompson. It definitely can get too weird for me. So I’ve had little time or energy for the wider world of weirdness.
But I’ll jot down a few more thoughts on the expanding Occupy Wall Street protests.
First, on my non-participation. As noted the other day, any excuse feels like an excuse; Uncle Paul gives his own explanation today and it sounds flimsy though obviously I’m sympathetic, since my own absence from (more and more geographically distributed) protests is at least as flimsy.
That said, where to begin… The main action is still in New York, and I’m in Cleveland. I’ve been very busy. I’m a pussy; I’m pathetically non-confrontational. I’m an isolated, introverted single individual; I suspect that very few people join in demonstrations like this on their own.
The big reason, though, is probably that my brain just doesn’t work this way. I’m probably what one pop-psychology system has termed a “concrete sequential;” in any event my nature is overwhelmingly one of cautious, logical, ordered progression. Whereas protests generally, including in this case, just don’t match up with that approach. One of The Economist bloggers bucked the punditry trend, today, and suggested that “what [protesters] want is pretty clear: jobs, cheaper health care, cheaper education, and relief from suffocating debt.” And I’m for these things, really.
Yet, if I were at an Occupy Wall Street protest, I just don’t think I could satisfactorily get past the questions “what exactly do you hope to achieve, and how exactly do you hope to achieve it by standing here yelling and waving a sign?” (more…)