Heaven help me, I let the internet know I’m interested in mental health services again πŸ€ͺ

I even made the mistake of clicking from my health insurance’s website to the Talkspace, which set even more cookies in my web browser which boosted my count of mental health advertisements I get when I go to any website or Facebook. I know they’re just trying to be helpful — I mean boosting their corporate profits by getting more clients, preferably those interested in going to years and decades worth of billable sessions, but I just want to research such things further.

I don’t know why I find mental health advertising to be particularly obnoxious, but I do. Maybe because it’s so creepy to be labeled as mentally ill by an anonymous algorithm that knows nothing about you besides you mentioned certain keywords in a blog post, you visited a certain website or you searched a certain term. And I get the corporate profit motive or how a government agency wants to sell you it’s services or messages. But I still thing it’s wrong to follow people around the internet, reminding them all the time that they’re sick puppies.

Dumping Grounds for Dead’s Carcasses πŸͺ¦πŸŒ³πŸͺ¦πŸžοΈ

I was riding my mountain bike this afternoon at lunch time, observing and taking in more of the Albany Rural Cementary, in a respectful kind of way. Observing the various tombstone’s and monuments, some to very prominent politicians and persons, other business people and common folk who arranged to have monuments created in their memory. It struck me what a strange place cemeteries really are.

At one level, cemeteries are dumping grounds for the carcasses of the deceased. Their hearts have stopped beating, they’ve stopped breathing, and something has to be done with their bodies. Burying them is one way to stop the spread of pathegons, and depending how they are buried, preserve their carcasses in some state of existence for years to come.

On the other hand, cemetaries are park like environments, where monuments are erected to remind love ones and general public of persons that once roamed this earth for good or bad. Cemeteries provide a place not only for gathering at the burial, but also to visit any time in the future when loved ones or the public want to remember the person whose spirit and life has left this earth.

Cemeteries were the original urban park, and in many ways are still a delightful place to walk or ride a bicycle through peacefully. They are gracefully laid out, with trees and winding roads. They are full of beautiful monuments, ponds, and pathways. While people these days rarely picnic in cemeteries, many still return not just to visit gravestones but also to walk their dogs, go for a leisurely stroll past ponds and waterfalls, or just get some fresh air away from the craziness of the city.

I don’t ascribe any special meaning to the carcasses of people. Once they’re dead in my book, they’re just another form of organic waste. Except maybe for the risk of human-transmissible pathogens, at the point of passing, a person has nothing further to offer to society in the form of ideas or acts. It’s good to remember those once with us, but their at worse their carcasses, a non-noxious form of waste, in many ways probably far less significant then tin cans and plastic packaging we toss so carelessly every day.