Boban Inamorato :
feel angry not because art or sport exists, but because of the way importance is performed around them. What exhausts me is the ceremony of self-congratulation—the endless festivals, awards, rankings, and rituals where the same people rotate through different cities, applaud one another, and speak in the language of legacy and greatness. It feels obscene when set against the background noise of the world: wars that never pause, people losing everything, systems failing openly. The contrast is too sharp to ignore.
What bothers me most is not that films are celebrated or that athletes compete. It’s the seriousness with which these events are treated, as if something fundamental to humanity has been solved or advanced. They speak as though they have discovered a cure, shifted the moral arc of history, or rescued meaning itself. But the stakes are low, and everyone knows it. No lives are saved. No structures are changed. The applause is loud, the champagne flows, and the world outside remains exactly as broken as before.
I think this reaction comes from a mismatch between values and spectacle. I’m not against pleasure, beauty, or skill. I’m against borrowed gravity—the way trivial achievements dress themselves in the language of necessity and virtue. When people insist that their closed-loop recognition matters enormously, it feels like a refusal to acknowledge reality. It’s not evil; it’s worse in a quieter way. It’s complacent, insulated, and self-referential.
I try to tell myself to move on, to not dwell on it, to accept that this is how the world works. But I can’t fully look away, because these images keep appearing: people drinking, smiling, congratulating one another, utterly convinced of their own significance. My irritation isn’t about jealousy or bitterness; it’s about proportion. Something inside me keeps asking, Compared to what? Compared to suffering, compared to risk, compared to real consequence.
In the end, I think I’m reacting to a kind of moral noise. When everything is framed as important, nothing truly is. And I can’t unsee the difference between meaning that is earned and meaning that is staged. That awareness doesn’t make me happier—but it
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