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I got this notice in the mail (the “corporeal” mail you know) today from a company calling themselves Klassfest.com. Some class reunion solicitation. I do not know how they were able to procure my address but suffice it to say I have half a mind to put them out of business for good. I take great care to only represent myself in a context where I have total control of my environment so obviously this is outrageous and the very thought of taking this any further makes my stomach turn. The self-important and chirpy website of theirs sports a line of cliches as well as a flurry of naivete surrounding the concept and offers ample judgement on how a “real” reunion would unfold. “Are you having fun yet, because if you ain’t there is something wrong with you.” Talk about conformism.
I guess it was only a matter of time before commercial interests starting prying into your past, trying to make a buck off of nostalgia and human irrationality. And as they started early, already with the Upper Primary School reunion (or whatever it is called after the school reform), I foresee a series of these incursions. I guess that is what they call market economy. Entrepreneurial vandals.
Hell, even your parents are just people who happened to stumble into your life. So, bottom line, why should one give a shit about what became of the unstimulating people whom you had to spend a few years pent up with? And even though it is hard, one needs to labour to overcome such trivial imperatives as to seek the past. To avoid pondering what once was, what could have been and what will never be. Humans just nave a nasty tendency to ascribe meaning to even the statistically meaningless and insignificant probabilities, programmed as we are to make as much sense of the environment as we can. And companies like “Klassfest” prey on such weakness, terrorizing us into being consumers. Terrorizing us into believing that there is more to life than there really is, and focusing our attention away from anything even remotely important.
Take the red pill.
