HOW SOOTHE BECAME CONFUSE
I thought contemplating bits of everyday life I generally ignore in favour of railing about the state of the world, would be soothing. Instead, it added to my confusion.
“Influencers”, for example. Apparently it started out as a hobby for people who crave being on social media, and mutated into an actual career choice.
The most-watched make hundreds of millions of dollars.
Although why anyone would want to watch someone perform pointless and often dangerously silly stunts, or listen to internet versions of street corner preachers spewing whatever is on their mind, with no fact-checking mechanism or credentials to back it up, is baffling, to put it mildly.
That people who’ve reached the legal age for being deemed adults are among those influenced by said influencers, especially the ones who claim to have the key to more or less eternal youth, is downright mystifying.
The lines, sags, bags and greying hair they claim to be able to ward off, are the beauty of the melding of joys, sorrows and challenges, measures of a life lived as best one can.
That said, as anyone who has a loved one whose chance to delight in living has been cut short by any form of dementia will attest, it’s worth trying whatever proves useful to keep it at bay.
That’s where it gets really confusing.
The shorter the odds against slipping into dementia get, the harder it becomes to avoid being inexorably wooed by the modern version of the Sirens who tempted Odyseus, articles and advertisements purporting to reveal what to do and not do to avoid losing all the knowledge you ever had.
What’s on offer instead, is as big a conundrum as why the Middle East is such a bloody mess.
A recent story in the venerable New York Times touted six “common medications” (which I take to mean drugs Big Pharma can make a lot of money pushing) that “may lower” the risk of dementia.
Five days later, another equally serious piece of reporting listed four drugs that “several studies” have found may increase it “by roughly 50 percent.”
That’s on a par with the odds of the Democrat’s chances of making enough inroads in the over-ballyhooed, and for we outsiders at least, utterly confusing “mid terms”, to force any significant curtailing of the increasingly dangerous and dementia-like perfidies of President Donald Trump.
And the fact that I’ve already allowed two subjects I was trying to eschew for sanity’s sake to slip into this is damning proof of…I’m not sure what.
ANSWERS FOR EVERYTHING
But no mind, help is at hand.
Unless of course, like me, you find yourself even more confused by trying to find the right balance among the dangers of carbohydrates, the benefits of microbes and detoxing your brain. For reasons that have not been made clear to me, the answer to those puzzles supposedly lies in self-help advice with titles (and I am not making these up) that include “Build a Better Brain at Any Age” and “The Ageless Brain”.
As much as I like the concept, the thought of the verbiage one would have to wade through to find the ultimate answer isn’t appetite-whetting enough to make me try.
However, if it doesn’t involve too much preparation using sharp instruments, or sweating over a hot stove, “The Ageless Brain Cookbook for Seniors” has a certain allure.
ALTERNATIVES, MAYBE
Stories on all of those magic bullets came with the advice and opinions of “experts”, of which the Rolodexes — sorry, showing my age — Smart phones of today’s reporters seem to be over-stocked.
But that too, can be perplexing.
A health and wellbeing headline in a publication I won’t embarrass by naming, referred to “A Top Knee Expert…”.
Does that mean there’s more than one kind of knee? Or the expert has specialised in the top, as opposed to the middle or lower bit of a knee?
It made me think of the confusing designation “top model”.
Does it define a model who models tops, or a model at the top of the model profession?
If you get your news from a broadcast medium, the conundrums can grow exponentially.
What credence can be put in an “expert” on any subject, be it health, wealth, foreign affairs or politics (fields in which they seem to proliferate with rabbit-like fecundity) ‚who says “kinda” in the middle of, or “right?” at the end of a sentence?
If you’re the expert, why are you asking the viewer or listener for confirmation of your expertise.
Getting a break isn’t as easy as I’d hoped it would be.
As Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar said of his nemesis Cassius: “He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.”
Maybe merely being confused isn’t such a bad thing after all.
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