I’m probably the 1.5% you talk about, I’m a recovering retard. I don’t regret going, but as I get older I regret all the decisions I made that led me there. Well not that I regret them, after all it’s the life I’m in, or was in, but I could have chosen a more pure path I suppose. Anyhow, whole thing is an utter display of degeneracy, satanism and hypocrisy. It is a lot of fun in an extremely selfish way, it’s a hell of an experience and you do see some cool stuff and meet a lot of cool people, but there’s a lot of shit heads too. It’s like 90% vapid LA/San Fran materialists, 10% is people who come with better intentions.I went because I was chasing that original ethos from baker beach, unfortunately when I went in 2015, that vibe was just a small part of the event. It really did seem like one giant honey pot, I sensed much evil when I was there. It was like living a lifetime in the span of a week, I did learn a lot about myself and the world, I guess that’s the part I don’t regret. It gave me an opportunity to really look myself in the mirror. It was all capped off for me the night of the burn, I was on a lot of acid and god knows what else. I just remember looking back from the outer edges of the event and taking it all in, and just feeling really disappointed in myself and our generation. This was after all a bunch of people who claim to care about nature, and for an entire week totally decimate this sacred land for their own personal desires. It was a turning point in my life in which I’m trying to better myself and ultimately that lifestyle I was in… it ultimately led me here with all you retards. So there’s that.
Everything corrupts eventually. They get too popular they get too watered down they lose their focus, their soul. An example for me is I went to an event out in the desert for 4 years. it's been going on for 6. the second time I went was awesome. The last time I went it was totally devoid of its original purpose and it was just a party of drugs and people just sitting in one place with no meaning other than getting fucked up and saying that they were there. Things have cycles, most good things die after 2 to 3 years Ive found and then it's time to move on. As I said most of the people that I have met that have gone to burning Man are twats because they don't shut up about fucking burning Man. they just seem smug and insert a couple of other colorful descriptive words. It's like they tell you without you even asking. You know those kind of people in life, unsolicited annoyers. And to be honest all the stories that I hear are usually about drugs, copious amounts of fluid exchange, and talking about some life-changing event. Yeah 10 days of chaos will change your life. Not permanently but it'll definitely make you think differently for 6 months.
I think the core aspects of things like burning man or desert parties like you mention is ultimately tied to timeless activities whether it be sitting around a fire in nature, making music, art, and attempting to find community. But yeah I agree, once the fleeting sources of joy come in, like drugs and sex, that’s when the flaky people show up, puts a lifespan on whatever event it is. But really, and that was my big take away, is that you don’t need all of the other nonsense, just stick to the timeless aspects of life and you find yourself with everything you need.
Very good point. I'll still do a desert gathering here and there but they got to be new. new spots, new people, virgin forest if you will.
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