anxiety + loneliness

It’s arduous for me to like a weak character

Existentialist Hannah Arendt famously coined the phrase “the banality of evil”. She used it to explain what she felt was essentially the most excessive failures of private ethical consciousness –  not pondering and never responding adequestly when the occasions demand it. , sitting again and doing nothing though the world is falling aside. And pondering, “another person will kind it”. I discover myself rephrasing it to: “the evil of banality”.
Arendt argued this flaccid, unengaged pondering was as harmful as deliberate abuse.
“Clichés, inventory phrases, adherence to traditional, standardized codes of expression and conduct have the socially acknowledged operate of defending us towards actuality, that’s, towards the declare on our pondering consideration that every one occasions and information make by advantage of their existence,” she wrote in The Lifetime of the Thoughts.
Not pondering and resting on laurels and the established order is essentially fallacious, she claimed again in Nazi Germany.
Her rally name is changing into simply as needed now, I really feel. Goddamn, peace-time affluence and stability makes it a accountability to be on our toes. Consuming past our means is the horrific catastrophe we ensconce. Greed is the human ugliness we should face. What excuse do now we have? We now have to go to the mall? We don’t wish to carry a Maintain Cup? Existentialist angst all the time surfaces throughout occasions of human ugliness.
Arendt provides that it’s an ethical crucial to not sink into banality, as righteous as not doing hurt.

Not comprehending what Brexit was about earlier than voting proved irrevocably dangerous.
Not caring the place your plastic bag finally ends up (since you’ve not engaged with the information) is killing the planet.
Failing to be daring in love is killing relationships…and making us all bored.
Drifting, flaking, blaming, avoiding, turning blind eyes, going MIA if you’re wanted, scrolling Instagram as a substitute of studying lengthy reads about stuff that counts…it’s making us all lesser.

And we all know it. We don’t prefer it about ourselves, however what to do?
I do know some individuals’s response is that it’s all an excessive amount of, that they’ll’t afford the power to care, to assume, to get engaged. I quote New York chef and proprietor of Prune restaurant Gabrielle Hamilton (a thinker, a doer, a liver) who discovered herself telling buddies who can’t be arsed lowering meals waste with some minor life-style changes:
“It’s arduous for me to like any individual with a weak character like that”.
I’ve been questioning these days if I’m reaching the identical level. I be aware that a lot of you on this weblog and on my socials are feeling the identical. I’m definitely battling flaccid, excuse-making, buck-passing characters in the intervening time. It’s lifeless troublesome viewing such expressions of anti-humanity with mature, sort eyes. And strolling away (turning a blind eye) strikes me as (nearly) equally banal and flaccid.
I suppose the “greater character” choice is to simply carry on being daring and courageous, to give up preferences (fortunately; with out being a martyr), to publish photographs of ourselves – unfiltered – mountaineering as a substitute of shopping for shit. To strap on our balls and present the way it’s executed. And to not get wobbled and unsure after we encounter banality  (I usually wind up pondering I have to be the one who’s fallacious given the pushback and rejection I expertise after I strive the daring route). Just like the beast of hysteria, I suppose banality has its goal, its personal evolutionary magnificence…even when it’s simply to be the Factor In The Mirror that turns into so ugly that we’re compelled to alter tack.
Feeling the identical frustration? Be happy to share your ideas with me…
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