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Inevitable Hash Brown

In the journey of life, change is inevitable and I say that unironically.

Why “unironically”?

Because people have repeated “change is inevitable” to high heaven and it often comes off like a word hash brown, fresh off the shelf of a cooling rack; toasty, delicious, yet ultimately unhealthy, factually fast food language.

Yet so as the hash brown is delicious, so is the language of ‘change is inevitable’, only to be appreciated if it is savored properly.

If it seems a little strange to you that I’m writing about hash browns and change, know that it is for me too, but it is one of those changes I see from 2025 – the sort that involves taking on random streams of thought and fashioning them into the rivulets that add into a current that move forward, summing into a flow.

I do wonder a little bit about whether there’s a consistent pattern though.

I find that I’ve become a bit more thoughtful about things like these – that I have a higher discernment for what constitutes quality thoughts, while at the same time holding the small blessing of being able to evaluate things in light of a larger goal of social change and transformation through the development of content, ideas, and otherwise.

It sometimes feels like I am in the middle of a grand dialectic with the world, one where I stand in the marginal territories of an evanescent frontier, fighting against a world that I do not want to come to pass, aiming to reshape it to my will.

I think about so many things.

Biology, willpower, society. Mind, hand, money. Power, politics, philosophy.

Birth, life, age, death; competition, progress, history; nation, spirituality, world; destiny, history, legacy.

It seems to me that these words now come out easily from me, not from the outer rim of the deeper examined mind, but instead from the surface – not from a deepened reading, but instead from the unironic expression of my outwardly expressed thoughts.

On observing myself and the pattern of these thoughts, it seems a little strange to me.

Is it really normal that such things would come out just on a casual reading of things?

Sometimes, it seems silly that all these thoughts should reverberate inside the mind of a single person, and sillier to contemplate and realize that it is a mind that may not be richer than that of any single other person I’ve seen in my life even if they were less articulate, less able to express what proceeds from the edge of the tongue, yet one that may not be less rich than that of the someone with the higher-resolution pen there to inscribe in quantum spectrality truth in construction a reality filtered through prisms grander than I dare imagine.

We live in a grand world, a pool filled with many incredible people.

I suppose it is not too much to ask to make a small mark in that world, yes?

Influencer

In Mensa events, one annoying character (generally ok person but annoying with an emphasis on the G) sometimes comes up to me and starts talking about my ‘influencer’ career and how I’m ‘influencing’ people in a presumptuous fashion, acting as if suddenly he is the be all and end all of ‘influence’.

Well, he is not and he is lovably mediocre as far as I know so I’m not too concerned about that, but I think it’s certainly an interesting concept to explore.

The concept of an ‘influencer’ is so interesting.

In purely technical terms, an influencer influences, and the derivational morphology is inescapable; to be an influencer, you must surely influence.

But the question naturally arises:

What kind of influence do we mean here?

After all, there are so many kinds, which the world almost invariably collapses into a few different and well defined stereotypes.

The comedic genius who specializes in fun, short, but stupid skits? The dancing girl thirst trap using every single part of her body to try to get you to click the ‘follow’ button and oh by the way buy some lipstick with a 10% discount code and 15% commission? The travel blogger cum exercise guru here to teach you the vastness of Borobudur on a diet of tempeh and budu budu?

There are so many kinds out there, all valid and all cool in their own way – the internet is a wonderful place with lots of incredible and talented people, after all, here to persuade you and to make their fortunes in ways inconceivable at the dawn of humanity and even now to members of an older generation who cannot deal with that idea in any way except to infantilize or look down upon it.

To be fair, it is not entirely the older generation’s fault that they think that way, because many such people do not succeed in their journeys and only a few people do rise to the top of a steaming pile of broken bodies.

Yet it is the older generation that is all too often sharing what I say, think, and do with their families, friends, and everyone else; it is infinitely more likely that a person of the older generation would know of me than a younger person, and to such a degree that even I cannot fully appreciate or control it, as my name ratchets unpredictably from WhatsApp group to WhatsApp group throughout this country. Will it ratchet overseas? Who knows – but I’ll look forward to shaping that outcome.

As one of the people who may rise in that way though (although naturally, it could go sideways), what I think is this:

It is a privilege to be able to rise, and to be able to influence thinking in different ways, and I should like to use that influence for what we might call good, and not evil – to speak for discourse and ongoing conversation – to shape our culture so that it becomes not only socially acceptable to think logically, but also socially unacceptable to be caught up in old lies that do not serve us.

However, it is not for a person to judge his own legacy – I’m sure that you are all intelligent people who can make your own conclusions, and you can talk as you wish. That is all part of the game, one in which I will make my own moves.

I didn’t misuse the word ‘game’, by the way. It’ll be a fun time – look forward to it!

“Nice Guy”

Many people in this world consider themselves what we call ‘nice guys’.

I do not.

I may have tried to convey myself as a nice guy at an earlier point, to act as if I happen to be a nice guy, to think about ‘what other people think’ to the point of neurosis…

But I would not really consider myself a nice guy.

What this DOESN’T mean is that I go around attacking people needlessly or getting into fights I don’t need to get into, fight against my actual interests – rage against the machine like a two bit two hundred kilogram behemoth of a manchild on a warpath to destroy the known and seen universe.

But what this DOES mean, is that I will express what I think without fear, without favor, without the sense that “OOPS SOMEONE’S OUT TO GET ME” because if I see a dude who needs to get scolded, I am going to scold that dude, think about how to more efficiently scold the dude, and even think about how I’m going to use people to further my own goals.

If that sounds bad, it probably is – but that’s just another aspect of me – I have certain goals in this universe that can only be attained through changing the ways that people think, believe, and ideate in this world on small and large scales…

Which means I cannot ever avoid conflict.

…But that’s just as well though?

Conflict is how stories move forward.

Conflict is how main characters turn from unknown troglodytes in the gonadic expression of a whelp into world changers, the hero in the demon king story.

If a nice guy ceases to be a nice guy the moment he goes out there and starts fighting with people, then it is clear:

I am most certainly not one of those ‘nice guys’.

I will not step around your ego, your feelings, your thoughts.

Though I do not choose to needlessly hurt you, I will not tell you beautiful lies to make you feel ‘comfortable’ merely because it is easier to avoid your ire.

I do not crave conflict, but if it is a means to an end, then I will bathe in it, exult in it, and become good at it to the extent that it is necessary to achieve the wider goal.

What is that?

That’s a story for another day.