Fruit Basket Unhappy: Billy’s Best Blog

The unhappy fruit basket is a sentence my colleague’s mother used to describe an unexpected disaster. This could be the title of a documentary about the last month of our lives. So many things have changed, flipped and failed. I think of the phrase Boom-Boom by the New Trend Forecaster, which should describe our moments in history, when society has evolved into a series of explosions of currency, technology, misinformation and inequality. Rule of chaos. Boom-boom! I think this is cooler than saying that fruit baskets are unhappy. Either way, it can consume my enthusiasm and make me feel like I need a psychological cleansing.

A week ago, I planned to tell you. I wrote a blog post and when I put it on the website I got an error message. My website crashed when one software program disagrees with another software program about who is responsible for security. My December post is lost in the gap between the two servers. The main fruit basket was unhappy. When I asked for chat technical support, I was sent to read a long list of generic instructions. When it was not helpful, I asked for human intervention, and humans emailed me, linking to the same long-term general instructions. My mind exploded. The automatic help system sucks. Prosperity! Two days later, after a phone call with a tech supporter, my website returned to the internet. But then my ambition withered.

My technical failure burned out mentally, I went to the grocery store, which is usually my happy place, but all the eggs disappeared. Everyone. The kind of dystopian anxiety we all know about running and roaring back to my present moment, I panic. I went to another grocery store on the other side of town and the crowd in front of the egg box was gasping for the price. Two dollars per egg. Then a man walked past me with tears in his eyes, and I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t afford an egg. Of course, for most of us, there is no egg to control. What matters is not the actual egg. It’s so common that things can become rare overnight. I felt overwhelmed by the fear of scarcity than the fear of experience, but it lived in my memory. In short, I was triggered. Prosperity!

Then my cohabitation, my partner, had a lifelong love for me to put the cement driveway in trouble. He was heading home with the dog who loved spending his day in the store with him. On the way to the house with his tablet and phone and Gatorade bottle above one arm, holding our plush dog on a leash, the other dog tilted, leaning towards a squirrel, the man is not Stumbled on the flat ground and landed on his left shoulder. Prosperity! Maybe it’s a broken bone, maybe something else, we’re still waiting for the X-ray. But the pain was enough to destroy his sleep and mood. So, I’m doing the Florentine Nightingale tap dance.

Our wired bill then rose $30 a month as we reached the first anniversary of Xfinity service and rewarded us as captives of its monopoly, they ended up with our new customer discount. This made me angry. Prosperity! We have stopped watching mainstream media news anyway since November, and by January, most of the football season has been on streaming platforms. So we cut the wires and dropped the cable TV from the media mix. I think cables are just the stage in which we live like black and white TVs and landlines.

The decision to switch from linear TV to streaming platforms is partly financial and partly mental health. We save $100 per month because we have better options and we will prefer watching time. Fear dealers and experts have been deported. We are enjoying science, geography, history, music and comedy. Smiling before going to bed makes our dreams sweet. We sleep better when we laugh more.

We are receiving information diets. I started the internet in the 1990s, and then I thought it was a treatment for all of us. I think reducing the barrier to entry to what we call the information economy will bring more benefits to more people. No tipping points are seen when free, unlimited anonymous access to the information system will flood the area with the lowest quality of content and misleading overwhelming users. Now, the freedom we cherish leads to a lack of accountability at all levels of society, and in this amplified economic focus, our lizard brain makes the death threat the most valuable currency. Death threats have become common. At one time there were death threats everywhere. Prosperity!

Global Fruit Basketball is not happy.

We need technology to communicate, but we have to limit our contact to protect our mental health. So, we went for a walk outside. Life is good around us. Dog Park is a social scene. The shop is very busy. The parking lot of the shopping mall is full. On Saturday night, we waited in line at a family restaurant for nearly an hour. We participated in college basketball with thousands of fans and many kids. My partner’s business is booming. Face to face people are friendly, helpful and polite. Kindness prevails. This is a strange dichotomy between doomy zeitgeist and all these smiling people. This makes the internet seem unreal. Just a plan to spend money. Maybe we all need some rest. Meet in the park. Have a light meal. Embrace. Remember who we are. The body is a paradigm shift. Stay true. Prosperity!