The opposite of “Serenity Now” is damn near anything done online. Online is what people use to amplify their discontent.
I’m all for the idea of looking for peace. But I disagree with the metaphysics of Buddhism. We are here for some purpose other than to just dissolve all our problems away via self-annihilation.
And that’s not to say that most people wouldn’t do better if they pricked their ego as if it were a large, over-inflated balloon. That aspect is needed by most. Or, as Sergeant Hulka said in Stripes, “Lighten up, Francis.”
Truly it is that simple. You don’t need to engage in what is little more than an affectation by pretending to being the enlightened one. Meditation tends to be about little more than the glorification of the self, no matter the rhetorical baloney about “Becoming one with the universe.” Most people just need to lighten the hell up and become one with deflating their inflated sense of Snowflakeness.
Men have an obsessive-compulsive component that is both constructive and destructive. Learning to act like women isn’t the cure. Meditation isn’t the cure. Discipline and lightening the hell up may not be the complete cure, but it’s a start. Not taking yourself so damn seriously may be helpful.
And what sure as heck will be a help is not obsessing on your own problems. The cure to lightening up may be to help someone else. Instead of obsessing on trying to perfect and purify your “center,” you need to get the hell out of your center and perhaps make someone else your center, at least some of the time.
Or take a walk in the woods. Or listen to a little Beethoven. Or just turn off the damn vulgar TV with its idiot commercials and idiot content and take up a useful hobby.