Existential angst - R.A.P. 4 - Television is a trash bag is a black hole

R.A.P. 4 is inspired by existential angst, or in the simplest of ways of putting it, a feeling of pek4 chek4 (irritation of sorts) arising from the state of things in life.

Sure, I was making a controversial and absolutely reckless generalisation. But I recognised, and was deliberately capitalising on, its potential.

Lately, I have been feeling existential frustration and realised that this piece sorta tests this new theory that I am apparently developing: If one is feeling existential angst or frustration and picks a senseless existential fight or argument with an imaginary opponent (preferably with an empirical approach) and win it regardless of what beliefs are required to be suspended, the angst will likely be divisible by itself and reduced mere to anxiety.

In other words, if you're feeling pek chek, pick a nonsense fight and win and you're likely to feel better.

So, this time I picked on a random nose with the world by blaming the television for its stupidity. It sorta worked for me.

Had written other R.A.P.s before (1: I need a new alarm clock, 2: The song for dead millipedes, 2.2: dead millipedes, 3: The cure for self pity) before and I remember they sorta worked too. Let me know if it has worked for you. If there enough of us, someone could be moved to do some empirical study and it could SAVE THE WORLD we love so much.

I can be so emotional.

On a fairly irrelevant note, I read somewhere recently that facts are supposedly everlasting, but non-fiction gets revised every five years. Non-fiction usually become obsolete but good fiction may remain very relevant.

Relevant links: Wiki on black holes, existential despair (like angst).