It is very embarrassing to share, but this incident changed my understanding of how the world works.
When I was in high school, I was a member of the Disco Club. I learned all the moves. I wore elephant bell jeans: the cuffs slapped each other everywhere I walked, providing everyone a distant warning of my approach. I wore silky polyester shirts with at least two buttons open.
Then, suddenly, the disco era ended.
In an instant, my wardrobe switched to cotton. Mainly Izod. My music allegiance immediately transferred from the BeeGees to the B-52s. From disco to punk. My entire value system quickly shifted. The world’s crazy suddenly stopped, and we bought button-down collar shirts.
Now I know that about myself, and it is a part of myself I don’t like. But the most disturbing part is that it wasn’t only me. EVERYONE I knew did the same thing. Everyone in my world instantly changed what they believed to be true. They followed fashion, not principles.
But ever since that incident, I have been less alarmed by weird movements. Alarming political trends, demagogues, disturbing fashions, and outbreaks of mass hysteria don’t stress me. I’ve been alive long enough to know that the world will eventually flip back.
Do you suffer from insomnia because of a politician or some moral trend? Don’t worry, stupid will soon be replaced by another type of stupid. Relax. People are fickle in their stupidity.