To Catch a Case

The more I repeat the title of today’s post in my head, the funnier it gets. I add a lil Italian American accent in there too. It starts sounding like ~ cach’ a ches’ ~ cacio a käse ~ The ultimate Roman milk.

We use this phrase when we talk about adults going for minors. And then getting caught for it by the police. It’s the more modern version of Bruno Mars’ “catch a grenade”. They’re both dangerous, and you might do it for someone who ain’t worth… but on the flip side it may be highly worth it.

I’m only choosing this title because I saw a TikTok about this wide donny saying that a 24 year old hitting on a 17 year old is paedophilia. Mate your grandma probably got married at 9, this is progress. And I make this assumption of his grandma because he’s South Asian, and she’s most definitely so as well. We all know how it rolls.

Why did South Asians, like Bengali, Indian, Pakistani, Sri Lankan people, a 100 years ago get married at such tender ages? Essentially before puberty or as they entered it with the first signs? 100 years is a far stretch of the timeline, let’s make it make more sense, more like 60-70 years ago. Poverty. Low age ceiling. Psychological oppression.

Poverty

As much as we can spend the rest of our lives arguing whether the brits left a positive or negative impact on their colonies, I would just like to point out the absolute shithole that Bangladesh is today. SNM. Back then, during our grandmothers’ childhoods, there was also poverty, but it didn’t look like shit. The poor died of starvation instead of diabetes. Now that I wonder about it, I don’t know if one is necessarily worse than the other. Like two sides of the same coin. One common indicator of poverty is the average number of kids a couple has. Let’s say that I have 20 direct aunts and aunties. They be rabbitin’ back in them good ole days. Imagine this.

When my mum had my little sister in her belly, she was at the hospital for a check up. This was and Italian hospital by the way. The nation aspect matters. A random lady or it could have probably been a staff, walked past her and said “these lot are breeding like tortoises”. I didn’t know having 3 children was extreme. But it is, in Italy. I don’t know why it’s happening, but we all know that Italians won’t go extinct by anything except their own dicks and vaginas fossilise.

Questo va ai miei cari compaesani. Agli italiani etnici di specifico. Voi state aiutando gli stranieri ad aumentare di percentuale, grazie al cazzo. Al cazzo vostro, perché non lo usate per davvero 😉

I didn’t know being a hermaphrodite had a high correlation with being wealthy. Elon Musk must a poor poor man. He’s got the gut of a 50 year old Indian with diabetes. Confusing indeed.

Low Age Ceiling

Needless to say, when you think you’re gonna get clarted by life at 35, it makes sense that you’re gonna speedrun your checkpoints. But some of these bastards are still alive, albeit 75% of my direct grandparents are dead, most of them lived a relatively long life. I can’t take 4 people’s age limits as the standard for like 2 billion people. I don’t know how it was for other’s grandparents. I bet this is a case of morphic resonance, where our grandparents learned have this “short life” mentality due to factors such as previous generations strong immersion in “short life” and/or their own generations overall trend and direction towards “short life”. If my understanding of morphic resonance is correct, it applies not only through space, but also through time.

Psychological Oppression

This is slightly related to the previous two. First of all, a hungry belly is easier to manipulate. And secondly, when you live fast, die young, you tend to be allured into propositions that may not go favourably to the grandeur that your life could be.

But there is a completely separate aspect, and it has nothing to do with any of the above, and I won’t even mention the psychological effects of being dominated by the Brits, and before that by the Khans. I know that there is something out there, but I’m tryna figure it out as we go. Let me hash it out. It has to be a psychological reason that is not any of the mentioned above.

What I’m about to say may the very far fetched, but Neil DeGrasse Tyson is the scientist that would send Galileo to the guillotine, and ain’t I glad that I digress in principles from his scientism.

The survival instinct of a people colonised for centuries has come, after reaching its peak, to a collective instinct that wants to survive at all costs. So much so that it starts awakening thrival. It’s reached its limits, it now has nowhere to go within the boundaries, so it breaks the boundaries, and it transcends survival. It sees the future. It sees beyond generations. Fast forward today, the Asians are doing bits around the world, no cap. Look at me. I mean you can’t, unless you know me irl. But this is the beginning of the fruition of that survival instinct which, to survive, had to thrive, and had to break its own limits.

That generation 2 generations ago didn’t do what they did just to survive and reproduce, they did so out of desperation’s end. They did it by unconsciously manifesting abundance in their future. The future, for a human, is not just the life that a person is, but it is also potentially their offspring. For those who don’t or will not have children, it is not the only way to expand yourself beyond physical death. You can create, you can build, you can even destroy.

Legacy. Yes, it is legacy, but not at all. It would be diminutive and naïve to call this “doing it for the legacy”. It’s more than that. It’s expansion of matter through direction and branching. Do you think a tree that spreads its seeds, does so because it wants a legacy? So even the most legacious of us are not mainly doing it for legacy.

Thank you for reading. Since starting this, I’ve been able to look through other people’s blogs and they’re full of creativity and life. We’re only getting started.