🗞️ TSAR: What do you think?

Good Morning ⛅

Welcome to the fourth edition of The Sunday Andrew Review ("TSAR"), our Sunday newsletter. They come out on, well, Sundays. What's the point? Choose one topic and go a bit deeper. I hope you like it. Suppose you don't? Well, then that's settled.

In classic AA🍎 fashion, this still should only take a few min to read.

On with the show...

What do you think?

Well? We're waiting!

Imagine: it's the year 2022 and everyone has an opinion on everything. A new and totally fucking boring birthright.

Say you don't have an opinion, ok then you're mid - a loser, a Luddite, out of touch and out to lunch. Well then, I guess I'm a loser then, unwilling to die on any hill. I'll die on mountains thank you, lined with the weathered tombstones of the poets and prophets and painters, not the weeds and snakes of small men who think another man in a suit will save them. Ha ha!

No one is coming to save you, small man, from yourself nor from your terrible twitter takes that are divorced from truth and from reality as it actually is... those 'sirens' you hear are just hallucinations, mini death knells to your spirit. You got swiss-cheesed bro and the blood-letting is getting all over my carpet. Plug the bloody holes with pink bubble gum and stand up straight, there is a way out...

What if we said No to the What do you think question? It's unnatural to do so, but humor me. Just No. It could be either an indifferent "yeah whatever" (see American Psycho clip above at 1:14) or a farmhand-level retort ("I think whatever you think, smarty pants."): both work. Maybe Gens Y/Z could use a little dose of Gen X's apathy, no? Something like: Make America Apathetic Again? Let me be specific here. Apathy on its own is sad, buuuut apathy as an antidote to 'caring' about everything and thus nothing? Now we're cooking with gas.

Part of this path toward calculated apathy is dialing down the middle schooler in you dying to please every little imp that walks through the door. People want your takes because they're deliciously addictive. If your take comports to theirs, dopamine jackpot. If your take is something else, they'll take you to the gulag, and enjoy every second. They win, you lost. Zero points awarded so hit the bricks, hat in hand and navel gazed.

I wonder if this dosing of apathy would make the world become a better place. Or do we all have to be livid with lots of opinions 24/7/365 like Greta Thunberg? Say what you want about climate change, but this poor girl is a cartoonish ideologue spewing unwavering opinions on a subject ultimately unsettled.

Think of not the most successful nor the best looking nor the highest performing people in your life, but the happiest. How many opinions did they have? My wild guess: not many. They die on mountains, not hills. They ask big questions before vomiting small answers. They don't think Trump nor Biden is the end of the line. They know that shit goes straight to the top, likely a place that considers the POTUS but a pawn in their toy checkers game. They probably laugh at silly shit, have a party puff at the soiree, and treat their elders and the laundromat lady with the same amount of respect.

Most of all, they aren't praying for someone to ask them what they think. Because, in the end, they know it doesn't matter either way. All that really ever mattered was that they were there for the other person, listening patiently - through a half smile - to that stupid stubborn yet everlasting question. There. Present.

LMK what you think and I'll see you Monday.

Have a super Sunday.

Andrew🍎

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