Conspiracy nuts, Carnies and Misfits
If you think for yourself, you are probably used to being marginalized and have also become frustrated and grouchy. Choose this as a way of life and your nearest and dearest will probably think you are something of a head case.
Traditionally, such people become mystics, scam artists and hermits. The mystic figures it all doesn’t matter anyway, rises to a point light years above his own head and counts on the Universe to make things right. The scam artist, seeing so many sheeple flocking all over, figures why not shear a few as he passes by. The hermit, hating the brainwashed hordes cluttering up the place, heads for the margins where she can breathe without recourse to a vomit bag.
Occasionally in history, these folks have made easy targets of themselves by gathering together. It makes for interesting eras, but usually ends tragically. Now that we are in the Cyber era, such gatherings can be done without attracting the Swat team, but we’re still vulnerable to Carnivore and other data mining weapons of the ruling elite who don’t want their game unduly disturbed. (They really are conspiring.)
Note how I switched from the third person….I admit I’ve tried all three approaches to coping with the imaginary realm commonly called (their) ordinary reality. And I’ve bounced between pity, disdain and contempt along the way.
I do believe the Universe is big enough to absorb the mess we’ve made of things. And as contemptuous as I sometimes feel, I can’t bring myself to take advantage of the tiny minds who were probably roaches in their last life. But my favorite spot is outside in what passes for a wild place letting Nature reassure me this too will pass.