Conjuring reality

September 10th, 2023

Everybody lies. Everyone — no exceptions. Me too, of course. Those are usually little white lies, that have no consequences on anything — or so I tell myself. I don't know. I don't want to think too much about it, I don't want to know why I have this compulsion to cover my lack of interest or lack of knowledge or lack of coolness with lies. I already feel uncomfortable and a little cold sweat broke out on me, so anyway —

Everybody lies. Usually in private and in most cases, to oneself only. But there are people who lie in public and lie as a crucial part of their job and are lying as a career choice and are lying to get ahead and make a comfortable living for themselves. Those people are dangerous sociopaths, better known as politicians. No exceptions and no excuses for any one of them. All of them from every country in the world, from every part of the political spectrum, from any demographic and any democratic persuasion. Anyone choosing a career in politics is a liar. That is what I know as a fundamental knowledge in my being. And it wasn't like that — I was either naive or was trying to conjure the reality and convince myself that some politicians (especially those whose views were aligned with mine) are truthful and are good people. Over the last few years, any illusion I might have had evaporated and left me as a jaded and cynical and sarcastic know-it-all.

The election cycle started in Poland last weekend — and thank god it is only a few months long, not like in the USA where the election cycle is never-ending and starts anew a day after the voting. And everybody lies, and everybody makes promises to make everything so much better and make everybody well economically and socially and in general. And there are no questions about details, about how much it will cost, and who will pay for all that — if anything actually comes to fruition. Slogans after empty slogans, trying to outdo the other side with more promises of handouts and incredible results — if only people would vote the right way. I struggle to read beyond the headlines now, but I still plan to vote. And more and more I think that I will cast an invalid vote as a protest against everything and everybody. Not that it will change anything, but I might feel a little better myself.