Appealed To

The art of appeal vs The art of sincerity. Computers can replicate one but not the other.

I really prefer writing as though there isn’t a specific audience. This is not what they tell you to do lol. You’re totally supposed to know and write to your specific audience. You’re meant to appeal to them, actually. The thing is, I’m so sick of being appealed to… It all feels like a scam. I could people please the heck out of you, whoever you are, reading this… to like… make you like me and my writing or whatever… but I really don’t care to do that. Even if it’s the writing I’m especially keen on for some reason… That reason is going to be because it’s some new carved out depth of sincere novelty…
That if someone else finds resonance in what I found for the sincerity of it, while I’m not appealing them to, it signals; it is not actually just unique to me, it is a pattern rippling out, and I plucked it early. The resonance function of the sincerity is working, basically…
That’s that art form of investigating sincerity and what the value translates to. It calibrates to truths people can’t ignore, because they’ll run into them at some point, and if you can catch them earlier, you can predict patterns before they become recognizable. If you can do that, then to others, you may seem psychic - but its pattern tracking and instinct of the trigger points to how things unfold (**and when other people will become conscious to them). It’s plotting what other people will refute to know and predicting that some people will take ‘xyz’ amount of time to digest it before expressing about it.

The capitalism accelerated with the digital attention and engagement economies… makes everything feel like a scam. This is because the method “to appeal” is all computerized. It’s not in the hands of human sincerity. I’m arguing that means it has lost its original charm. We don’t see the sweat rolling down the salesmen’s forehead. We don’t see the gears turning in his head while he desperately tries to read what could appeal to you… We’re erasing ourselves lol. IT’S NOT FUNNY! We hate salesmen so much we replaced them with robots and so now what? We don’t even see our trades anymore~ it’s hidden from view, so is the salesmen, customer service is an ai bot, good luck calling the CEO. Your lil app for buying stocks is making their money by selling the trends of your micro transactions to large hedgefunds that get to make their moves in the time between when you bought the stock and when its actually delivered. Our data became our technology that doubles as the surveillance that grooms and rules us. We’re so vulnerable guys.

I love writing like there’s no scam at play… I’m not selling you on anything, oh but perhaps our vulnerability. I’ve cleared all my motivations- I mean the incentive is so literally just to boil down whatever words into sincerity that I can wield… because we’re in real low supply of that. I figure culturally we’ll become feral for it. If not yet, then soon, damn it.

Everything is so oriented for the literal appeal data and how it’s orchestrated around acquiring just the literal data of appeal… Your attention is all anyone cares about (not actually you as a being), because stuffing things down your eye and ear holes is the playing field of how to predict your behavior long term. That nicenice predictability is sold like credits of security from tech bro to politican, on the grounds that the clown in front of your face, keeping your attention, is going to keep you thinking and behaving like you do, predictably down a particular chute.
From particular angles of view, you can plot the whole graph, that certain categories of people are going to think and behave like xyz because they prefer that specific clown. There’ll even be x amount percentage of the audience that get funneled from that clown to this other clown, and the movement of traffic between the two predicts xyz behaviors. The clowns don’t even know their audience… they just know the patterns of data, the lil regulars of icons, the little phrases the audience slaps under their content… They don’t *know* their audience. (Excuse me if you’re a social media content creator, and I am offending you with this clown reference. Don’t worry, we’re all clowns in this metaphor.)

Ugh. Sorry I don’t mean to be all creepy about it, but that’s the game we’ve been playing, and it’s just politics… Just politics but its attached to your hand, clocking every lil tap in live time, designed to neurologically addict and predict you. It wouldn’t even be creepy if our most powerful world leaders were motivated by healthy positive visions for humanity long term, and that their motivation wasn’t about securing themselves away from guilt or trauma of their past. This is human psychology related to why any individual is especially motivated to acquire power. There’s science to it… but it’s less like science and more like alchemy.

With my children’s book collection- I’m trying to appeal to the soul, with this assumption that I’m you, and you’re me, like I’m in that liminal space writing for my children’s collection, with respect to the personality… but mostly the respect to the showrunner- which is the soul- the operator that can rearrange the subconscious… This is the major playing field in childhood, the literal play. When I say “I’m you and you’re me” - I mean I’m trying to be the most child-like version of Blairsi but with all the adult wisdom/knowledge/experience, and be all super respectful about it.
I’m not assuming the kids are like me or like this or that- I’m just assuming they’re a very respectable deserving soul with severe serious potential, who has no idea how deep this whole operating system goes, but they are one with it… and everybody else who was once a kid, including all our tragic traumas, and generational curses. The belief in themselves is the greatest inheritance. Also number one necessary ingredient for DESTINY. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

I’m not going to solve the world’s problems. I’m not going to create peace on Earth, even though that would be so cool, and we theoretically, have the… potential for that… as a species so technologically advanced… and we should want it if we don’t want a ceiling on our evolution… and it’s extension into eternity………… DOT DOT DOT WHATEVER THAT MEANS. RUN ON SENTENCES BECAUSE I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT OKAY! I AM FREE! I LIVE IN AMERICA. WE NEED TO BE A BETTER COUNTRY FOR THE CHILDREN.

I’m not going to solve the world’s problems - but some kids will… They always do… the ones that really believe in themselves despite how effed up the world is around them, and they can squeeze out the purity of their hearts like a sponge- fountain of youth on us all lol.