Driven To Distraction

One of the biggest cons of fag theology is the idea of “community”. Fags talk of “the family”, their roommates, their SO, their ex, their “Pride”, their orgies, the circuit parties, the drop-in centers, the “awareness campaigns”, the cruise to the Caribbean on a ship full of fags…….their latest trick. 

But how many fags do you know who advocate the power of consistently being alone without distraction? 

More often than not, spot an urban fag and he’s  got a cigarette, weed, some frou-frou latte from Starbucks, some E, V, crack, crystal or K hidden in his backpack, or he’s plugged to his MP3 player, married to his cell phone, or cruising the chat rooms on his laptop. If he’s without those accessories then whether he’s standing, sitting, or moving, he’s looking for someone. 

In other words, the fag, when by himself, is surrounded by a choice of addiction, or gadgets; or, his solo state is simply a precursor to the hope of a casual hookup – preferably sooner rather than later. 

Remember, it was fags who coined the term “Mr Right-Now” instead of “Mr Right”. 

An interesting by-product of this dependence on addiction, gadgetry or someone else for pleasure is that many urban fags are simply unable to focus on one thing for any length of time. FuelMix has observed that fags consistently have the attention span of a rubber band. They’re constantly shifting internally, chronically nervous, un-grounded and easily distracted. 

Initially, it comes across as a certain liveliness which appears to be quite charming. But observe more closely and it’s apparent that the fag is so distracted that internally, he’s fluttering like a leaf in a hurricane. Look and listen even more closely and the fag is just glib, superficial and probably lying. 

What’s sadly missing in fag culture is advocacy of the power of being alone and grounded in the moment – as opposed to frantically searching for some chemical, mechanical or human co-dependency. 

FuelMix finds it ironic that fags bitch long and hard to be accepted as they are. What a crock. As pointed out above, the fag is never alone. There’s always a crutch nearby. After all, that hunky gym hottie with the fierce bulge in his jeans always hits Starbucks at 5pm, there’s dinner with Matt, drinks with Brad and the after-party with Chad. And later tomorrow, Todd and Tad are coming by for wine and cheese. And it’s a full moon too so I’ll definitely be horny and have to hit the sauna…….and OMG aren’t the Oscars on? Gary’s holding an Oscar party at his place.  

Many fags don’t even have the courage to accept themselves which only comes with sustained, quiet introspection together with some personal and physical space. That explains why fags are so quick to attack each other. Their own infrequent reflections are too painful. 

FuelMix has long suspected and declared for sometime in this blog, that the urban fag’s lifestyle is anything but empowering. Now there’s a new reason. 

It’s no accident that warriors, sages, poets, philosophers, artists, composers spent a lot of time alone, observing themselves and the world around them. It was from this internal and physical uninterrupted space that their genius flowed. 

FuelMix contends that fags are not only lonely and terrified, but easily distracted when left alone. Small wonder, as FuelMix has said before, that so many urban fags are chronic underachievers - or incredibly lonely despite their distractions.

Originally published 21 February 2008.  
Republished 12 October 2011, 18 June 2013

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