I don’t believe people have become lonelier. People being lonely and coming together for the worst reasons to do the worst things just to temporarily “be part of something” after years of unspoken disconnect, then regretting the violence& stupidity of the mob acting out …has been woven throughout the human journey.
The entire rubric of racism uses this like a blunt stick, intent on silencing in all directions because it can only most fully exist & operate when unpacked.
Jealousy causes abject loneliness in a person, even when they are in a crowd. The only pancea for that loneliness is to commiserate with another as jealous of whatever has triggered them in the moment.
Entire friend groups & relationships are built on unifying jealousy as it metastasizes and protectively codifies itself around the warmth produced by the shared envy, calling itself racism.
The only reason prejudiced white people rail against being seen As racist is because they feel that the word itself reveals the actuality of the weakness &envy that is their actual north star.
Watch the litanies of how they interpret their narratives as starting with nothing, defensively and then morphs into a list of all the comparative ‘ I never hads’ nonsense they trigger themselves with looking at people of color with anything they feel they didnt, don’t or should have instead.
Looking out into the world’s bounty with that mindset is the loneliest place in the world. It turns all you have to dust even as you stand in the midst of it, makes you crave for more when you are who cursed what you have as nothing in the first place.
That’s the true galvanization of MAGA by Trump, at its core.
That is also why I’ve come to realize he really is just like them in a simple sense.
He literally has the whole world on hand &behaves like the poorest vindictive heel on earth. He has only taken and hates to see anybody other than those he’s trying to buy the company of , happy.
That explosion of the mob that feels so visceral, so freeing in the moment is the amplification of the rage each of them feels in their rooms alone at night, finally expressed. No matter what they steal.
The masks they don to convince folks otherwise are always iron maidens boring into the entirety of their bodies, even as they stand in adoring crowds. It never doesn’t feel like hell on earth for them because their jealousy bites at them, even when there is no one in the room with them to technically trigger it.
Look at the eyes of old photos. The people’s eyes very often reeked of loneliness. It seeps out of their eyes in the photographs.
We’ve just been programmed to fake it.
As the number of people reaching the ends of that old social programming reaches the tipping point more folks look around and see the loneliness on others isolating around them too.
The Angel, on the actuality of loneliness.