The Unsuicide

Warning: this article was as uncomfortable write as it is to read.

Erik Blair
6 min readDec 2, 2021

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Some might find this article a reminder of how they’ve felt for years. Others may disbelieve the whole notion of there being a crescendo of dystopia upon us. But you’ve been warned. NOT reading this may mean you continue to kick the can down the road unburdened by reality crumbling around you.

This is your last chance to look away if you’re suffer from white fragility or you believe in the fantasy of ‘American exceptionalism’, or you were brought up in a white-privileged middle-class household and you live a sheltered life apart from the dregs of society. Your core beliefs may be challenged herein.

All is not what it seems

It’s a strange feeling to experience living in a world filled with turmoil, discord and strife. It’s like living in a Dickens novel without Scrooges that wake up and change their ways. Of course, we have all the modern trappings of good tidings and all, but the costs to humanity are seldom seen in person.

I know the world has always had fringes where conflicts were commonplace, but to live in an age of culmination where the convergence of so many of society’s failures are upon us all, in every part of the world, is sobering to the point of despair.

Coping with decades of diminishing returns, disasters, divisions and the rise of dystopian economic totalitarianism, has hardened some, and created generations who’ve lost hope. Some find respite in a bottle of cheap booze. Some fool themselves into finding hope via get rich schemes, unsavory avenues, or playing the lottery.

Many have developed a habit of toxic positivism and avoid the truth and evade an honest understanding of where we are today because they prefer the illusion of some coming miracle that will save us all.

But the slow decline persists.

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Erik Blair

Writer, technologist, web dev, consultant, loves travel