It is an undeniable constancy of society that we are at war. Though we graciously inhabit in a society of peace and freedom, our battles are bloody, though in the emotional sense. Our struggles through the workplace delineates us from a true purpose. Why must we be constantly struggling, for some coveted position, distinction, or qualification to pile atop the already amassed heap of achievements? Are we accumulating such wealth and displaying it for others at our socials? Why must we seek to impress others, moreover, impress ourselves? The fundamental question arises then, why must we connect to society anyway? We live with our circle of friends, mine albeit quite minimal. Though it could be classified as socializing, we have not exposed ourselves to a vast proportion of the world. Then theoretically, such relativity could imply that the implications of isolating oneself from society does more good than harm. Why would I make such a presumptuous statement? The answer lies within my utter disgust at those whom I call the mannequins of society.
“Our society is not a community, but merely a collection of isolated family units.” – Valerie Solanas
What is the fundamental purpose of connecting with others and improving one’s social network? We could argue that it can lead to more job opportunities, improve livelihood for one’s own health, and it’s simply part of life. Though, there are people who utilize such a medium to step on others, for their own personal gain. Ironically, such actions transform those who perform such vile acts into mannequins; less human. The constant to and fro of conversations, of exchanging pleasantries, of networking, makes such actions seem robotic. Very little meaning can be derived from such actions. For those who believe such actions are unnecessary and frankly cringe-worthy, we simply isolate ourselves from such undertakings, as those who decide to participate are probably the most superficial, unprincipled, and promiscuous cohorts ever to walk the earth.
The human emotions of love, grief, bliss, and sorrow seem quite a far distance away from the typical feelings, if any, of such mannequins. They believe in the maximization of the return on investment. They attack all their so called friends one by one and each become attached, whether by a weak or strong emotional bond. Such attacks are the most effective against those already isolated from society, whether voluntarily or involuntarily. Perhaps such attacks might even bring out the socialization factor in those who have voluntarily isolated themselves. Nonetheless, the effects of these attacks are devastating. An emotional tendency begins to form, and such a connection is nothing more than an artificial polymer cast like a bait from the mannequin and slowly reeling its victims towards the pit of emotional drowning. We begin to lose ourselves in such a world with such disgusting mannequins parading throughout the streets of large cities, as many businessmen and women are clear-cut examples of such mannequinous behaviour. Though it is not to say those whom isolate themselves entirely forbid the feeling of socialization, for it is undoubtedly one of human genetics. Though such mannequins hinder this isolated group from ever attempting to socialize, for they have critically observed its ugliness and revolting phlegm.
“As we ascend the social ladder, viciousness wears a thinner mask.” – Erich Fromm
Mannequins hinder the sprouting of true talent from within society. They stand out from within a group mainly for their loudspeaker that is their mouth. We, part of the cohort who believes that we are too principled to equip ourselves with some lousy loudspeaker, or those who have the fortune of not having a well-stocked supply of loudspeakers, are submerged, are drowned in the filth of the foot-shavings of the mannequins. They cut their nails and throw their waste at us to deal with. Even those whom fail to be up to par with the technical demands of some occupation are accepted for reasons of their duck mouth. A mass of thinkers cannot bother with such hassles of socialization and rather spend the night lamenting over a structured and expressive Beethoven sonata than to venture into social gatherings and have knives thrown around.
Mannequins damage the kindness and humanistic approach of society. We are all born good. It is the selfish intentions which many people possess that diverges humans into two sub-groups, the mannequins and the principled. The words of dedication, commitment, and lifelong devotion cannot be more sacred and a wedding is the epitome of such a pure act. Such feeling are void in the empty shell of the mannequins. They lack the sense of dedication and care it takes for two people to be together, for a friendship to exists. A friendship is not simply a like on Facebook, it is one which develops with time. We used to visit each other and smile by the doorstep. We used to call one another and have the time to say in a human voice, not just some display on an artificial screen. We must know the limits of our technology and not allow it to hinder our humanistic principles which we must protect. To say “I love you” on the screen means nothing. To say “I love you” in person to someone with little connection has slightly more meaning. But it is unfortunate that I cannot seem to see the day when we need not say “I love you” to the people we really care about, but mutually know that the bond is as pure as two human souls conjoined, working in synchrony and harmony. Perhaps such humanistic connections are another element of the past, but we still can hell of a try to bring it back. Bring back the true kindness we used to have. Bring back the compassion between two people whom have such an innate understanding of each other communication could be done in silence. Bring back the days of social peace and tranquil nights, for these knife-lashing days of superficiality is a war against humanity.