Welcome 2018, I think…

Welcome 2018

© by Lydia Nolan

January 2, 2018


Well now, the new year has begun, and if what’s happened so far is any indication of what’s coming, I had better take cover and plan a strategy for survival.

First of all, I was fine all year until the day before New Year’s Eve. I caught that awful flu the news was warning everyone about, as it was becoming an epidemic. It also was told to us by the media that it turns into bronchitis, and if one is not careful, it can turn into pneumonia. Many had already died, young and old alike.

That was the beginning. So I caught this horrible flu and was sick worse than any dog right before the new year celebrations.

Then as I lay dying and coughing painfully, I tried to allay my hideous hacking and desperate need to kill myself, by reading. Of course, it had to be THAT article I found.

I read Vanity Fair, an article about all these TECHIE people, whose view of the world is shallow and stiffening, for they seem to think the world really is their oyster because they are making so much money hand over fist, they can party and do whatever they want regardless of what is going on in the world. You would have to read the article yourself, to get equally as disgusted; I was, in my agony, just trying to stay alive through horrendous pain throughout my body.



These young people have absolutely no shame for their narcissistic, solipsistic lifestyle, but then … what kind of parenting did they ever get?

Earlier, before the flu, my dutiful iphone 6Plus died.

I had to get another one. I did not even get the top of the line, and it cost me over $500! I’m not swimming with cash like those young techies are. But what are we going to do, we’ve got to have a phone, right? I mean, there is virtually NO MORE telephone company for regular phone service and we need so much on our phone, just to amuse ourselves, correct?


I have been feeling sluggish for a long time now, and I’m not talking about my love life. I am talking about in general as one within the masses. All of us struggling with the flu, our jobs, our need to give our families what television dictates, I mean… where does it all end!

Remember the movie, “The Fisher King?” One of my favorites. There is one line I took to heart. It was when Jeff Bridges had realized his irresponsibility on his radio show, after he had unknowingly convinced a madman to murder many people in a restaurant. And three years later, after giving up the show, becoming a drunk and appearing to have PTSD, he in a drunken stupor discusses his sorrow with a wooden doll.

A child gives him a little Pinnochio doll, and he begins to talk to it. He says, [drunk and talking to the Pinocchio doll] “You ever read any Nietzsche? Nietzsche says there’s two kinds of people in the world: people who are destined for greatness like Walt Disney… and Hitler. Then there’s the rest of us, he called us “the bungled and the botched.” We get teased. We sometimes get close to greatness, but we never get there. We’re the expendable masses. We get pushed in front of trains, take poison aspirin… get gunned down in Dairy Queens.”

That movie is one of my favorites because of the writer’s attitude on life in general and the writer’s attitude  through this event in particular!

The observation he poses about Nietzsche struck me when I read the Vanity Fair article, and suddenly I began to feel duped about how the world is playing out. Especially when I know how difficult it has been for me to attain my goals because I was so stupid having acquired so many student loans, but even after all the promises on media and in the schools themselves, I still had no job. Further paying my respects to Verizon, iPhone’s thief mob, MAC, and all the other techies that are creating great wealth on our backs, as we toil further and further into the ground trying to obey the rules and using their products supposedly to help us get further ahead.

I don’t know what to do about it. But for starters I want to get rid of all my websites, social media connection, apps, and whatever follows. Of course, I’m sick right now, so I probably am speaking out of my misery, and will change my tune the minute I am well… But at least it makes me feel better right now.

I don’t mind being called “backward,” because backing out of this joke of a technically advanced life is not, and never has been meant for my wealth or health, but for the few who know how to manipulate “the masses.” We—the masses—are called backward, clueless, fools, whatever, because we still obey the rules of the game and live with a humongous amount of hope and faith. They live with a party after a party of drugs, sex, and ingenious schemes to panhandle us some more.

So welcome 2018! But maybe it’s time for Silicon valley and all those techie sleaze bags to get foreclosures on theirhomes and become homeless, as we nearly did, and many other people I know.  Let them experience the whole bag of adulthood, not just to good part, but the bad as well.  Let them know what other people go through while they are having their sleazy parties and lives. This is my rant for the month. Enjoy it—or not, I really don’t care; I’m sick, let me grieve. Vanity Fair is not going to be on my list of favorites, that’s for sure.