Steady Degradations of Human Society as Documented by A Non-Bias Third Party

Does it seem like naming conventions have changed in recent years? Not just for books, but for everything. Literally everything has stupid-ass shitty, came-up-with-in-one-second names.

The new horror book from Dunkerdoodle Nutwhack McGee, cleverly titled: "Don't go in there!" Or how about the new romance from Shitstick Alabander the Third, with the title: "You make my heart sing." Or that new Sci fi novel penned by Pooperstank Gladrick titled "I wonder what's behind this door?"

Then of course, you have to extend this bullshit to movies ("Maybe look up before you order a latte in France") and TV shows ("Oh no, they didn't") video games ("Just keep clicking")

Let's hope it moves into product branding, too.

That new flavor of Mac and Cheese ("Squishy cheesy matter to press through your teeth") and potato chips ("Big time crunch and munch")

Boo.

I'm just bored. This is what you get when you're someone who has about ten hamsters running around in their head at any given moment and then abruptly has nothing for them to do. They get to doing some really weird shit. And thanks to the internet, I can share that absurdity with (checks view count) literally no one! But potentially everyone!

I find it funny that all my life I wanted to write and sell books for a living, and as I've aged, finally getting to a point where I actually have time and focus to write something, it's not really a job anymore. Rather it is, there are still authors who get paid plenty of money to put thoughts in text boxes and there are lots of "sorta" writer jobs like articles and other soulless text content creators. But honestly, if what I wanted was money, there are way more practical and low effort ways to get it these days.

But I really don't want money. I do want money, but honestly I just want my life to focus on creativity. And getting paid for it would be nice, but it also seems secondary to the reward you get just for creating something.

We put this emphasis on financial success over artistic expression, and that really bugs the fuck out of me. I find myself doing it, too. If I can't squeeze a buck out of something, what's the point in doing it in the first place? As fiction seems to be less and less desirable in this day and age with all the new-fangled tikky toks and faciespacers, authors get paid less and less for what takes a great deal of work, dedication, and compassion. It seems unfair, but there's really nothing to do about it. Our society is made up of phone-addicted monkeys that move from one shiny thing to the next literally overnight.

So, comes back to the ultimate question in bold that keeps me up at night (great name for a new non-fiction book) WHAT IS THE POINT OF WRITING AND WHY SHOULD I DO IT? I am...42 years old, coming up on 43, and I devour books. I grind them up and slurp them down like...I was going to say spaghetti, but you don't really grind that unless you've lost all your teeth. And I love to write them as well.

So what do I do with myself? Am I an obsolete entertainment device destined to live in the shed with all those copies of Monopoly, the cathode ray tube TVs and those pocket pets with the watch screens from 1994?

I honestly don't have an answer.