Moving to Mars
Why? Why am I here?
No, not here on Earth. Why am I here in the Blog-o-sphere, ranting and raving my opinion around the place like someone cares?
Well, maybe they don’t – but I’m here because of apathy. Yes, forget cancer, forget being eaten by a hippopotamus. It’s apathy that will kill you, Earthling.
Which is why I am moving to Mars. I’m skipping this planet and starting my own little Utopian colony on Mars, organic food and all! No more humans. Just us wholesome, tree-huggin’ hippy Martian types.
Until then, I’m here because I seem to have an opinion on everything, and the Blog-o-sphere seemed as good a place as any to let go of some of that opinion. Get it out of my head so I can make room for other stuff, and get a better sleep.
But not so much out of my head that I become apathetic.
No, it’s apathy that will kill this world. The ability for humans to switch off from things that don’t directly affect them. And even in some cases to ignore them, even if they do directly affect them. Let someone else worry about it!
Problem is, that’s usually me. I worry about things that others don’t seem to. I let things bother me that don’t affect me. I cry at the news when I hear of strangers dying in tragic accidents and natural disasters. I get upset when an injustice is gotten away with. In Australia, overseas, the oceans!
I’m the one that everyone comes to when they want something fixed. When they want someone to show some passion, and determination and to care.
So is there something wrong with that? Is there something wrong with caring, and having an opinion? Some people think so. I think it’s wrong not to express an opinion if you have it! But then, the world is made up of all types. You can see by now which type I am.
So this BLOG may very well be an exploration in human nature as anything else. It may be a way of bringing awareness on certain topics to some people? Perhaps it might give some people another way of looking at things? Perhaps it will just be a Dear Diary, an excellent therapy session for Rach; me, myself and I.
Perhaps it will just be a bunch of electronic zeros and ones lost to the information cloud for all time? Or maybe a digital archaeologist will dig it up in a few hundred years time, and it will accrue a cult fan base on Mars?
Who knows. But now you know why I’m here. And why I’m moving to Mars.
Thanks, Rach
p.s. Yes, I know Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, but as the crushing atmosphere of Venus is toxic, I pick Mars.
WARNING: THE VIEWS EXPRESSED IN THIS BLOG MAY OFFEND SOME FAR RIGHT EXTREMIST REDNECK SUPERIOR DICTATOR TYPES. PLEASE USE DISCRETION WHEN READING TO AVOID CHOKING ON YOUR HYPOCRYTICALLY TAX-FREE MOONSHINE.
