Self Organization

Self-organization...self-organized...self-organizing.

Why do we self-organize? I understand...I think. We need to organize as humans so that we may become more powerful and capable then any of us are as individuals.

It's a real lesson to be among the Occupy democracy, in terms of self-organization.

If set in a completely random group of people, it's never clear who will dominate that group's conversation. The person who is loudest? The person who is biggest? The person who most accurately reflects the opinions of the majority of the group's members?

Someone from #occupyDC tweeted today about how tiring revolution is. Fighting the complacent and powerful system, no matter where it is or what it indoctrinates, is so hard. Fighting the fighters of the system is even harder.

How do we self-organize?

As Occupy, we come together agreeing on certain democracy-promoting rules/guidelines, reminiscent of grade school: Wait Your Turn, We Should Do Our Best To Make Sure Everyone Is Happy With All Decisions, and Have Respect For The People That You May Try To Bum A Cig Off Of In 10 Minutes. Basic, basic rules.

And how are we self-organizing from these rules of no organization? Well, first, there are committees. In theory, people can get more involved with particular aspects of the movement that they care about, in a smaller democratic mini-system. No one gets paid, so passion is strongly encouraged.

There aren't super-strong leaders in the camp, so far. There are people that are more action-oriented and their Occupy is a philosophical one, some people are looking to meet like-minded people and enjoy that company, some people are there to be intense in an acceptable setting - Because there are no strong 'goals' for the moment, no one can prove themselves better at this movement than anyone else - hence, no super-strong leaders. Maybe there haven't been personalities big enough to co-opt the movement into a singularity, a school of fish.

It's a difficult fine line. Must we identify? And, at what point in the process of something like this do we identify?

There's a critter in the ceiling. Eep, I said it - I admitted to it so now I can't pretend that it doesn't exist. *Sigh* It does.

ANYway, I think it's just a squirrel. They're bigger than rats and muuuuch bigger than mice, but I've never seen their poop and they don't seem as menacing, for some reason.

BUT.

I just imagined this squirrel as being my Upstairs Conservative Representative Neighbor. And I just got a weird image of his balding head on top of a large spider-body. Just peering down through my air vent in the dining room. Just lookin' at me. With a fierce, creepy grin.