This may be far too long for this forum and yet too short for all I'd like to say.
On the face of it there are many ideologies, so when I employ the word 'ideology' I'm using it as a sort of meta-abstraction since, like 'civilization' and 'logic,' I'm referring to a host of particularized abstractions which share certain patterns in common. The form, the image promoted, be it Marx's fuzzy beard, Hitler's little 'stache, Monopoly Man's top-hat and coat-tails, are separable from the content, since every ideology presupposes a separation of 'form' from 'content' on a very deep level. Ideology simply couldn't work if it weren't a mediation between them. It's gotta act like this is real shit.
And, indeed, in a nutshell, ideology is mediation. Like its religious forebears ideology proposes a 'journey' toward a more joyful state of being, be it globalized suburbia with the proper green-spaces and wind-powered cars, earth without yucky 'subhumans,' or happy worker-ouroboroses gobbling their own mass-produced shit. "Someday we all can, or will, be happy!" The postponement of joy is always prerequisite for ideology. One's 'life' and 'joy' are separated from one another conceptually, form from content.
"One has to be made to feel lost in order to be saved." (A Christian missionary sentiment)
Ideology attempts to dis-place one's own perception for a 'view from nowhere' since the 'object,' the ideal, can only be vague, and this requires logical web-spinning in order to justify the annihilation of every unique perspective in order to garner a sort of 'general consent.' This drive for a 'correct view' (going back at least to Plato) lends itself to the impression that the ideal does in fact exist. Ideals get lonely and become so insecure that when logical conversion fails, out come the cops to enforce the correct view or at least compliance. Morality by other means.
One's own view must always be considered insufficient.
This presumed 'insufficiency' of each perspective, every instance of the unique, is total since the world 'itself' is insufficient for joy. The recipe for joy which ideology offers, however, is absurd in that, what constitutes our joy to come is somehow known in advance from within the very conditions which are posited as joyless! Your life and the world are thus devalued in favor of ideological mediation, the authority it imposes, of course, but also in the very act of abstracting it from the outset.
This is all-too-brief, of course, but how have I gone about undermining ideology and gained back at least some of my life?
My perennial revulsion to what I've come to call acquiescent optimism (ex: "Don't worry; be happy!" and 'Embrace the positive") has prevented me from accepting the easy coping mechanisms miserabilism (another term for ideology) offers in order to keep itself seeming 'real'...and in power. So, any bliss-ninnyism is out for me, although I never ask others to defend what morsels of happiness they find even while I turn away from them.
It's been difficult, excruciating at times, but I'm grateful for the pain and adversity, for it is pain and adversity (including one's 'enemies') which partly characterize living at all! Gratitude and joy, un-mediated, and thus im-mediate, are one and the same. I require no God, no reason, no cause, no justification, to defend and/or stand-in for my joy, to feel gratitude in being able to sense and feel at all. That adversity should count against 'the real,' the 'world' (how ever you wish to name the ineffable immediate relations) smells of a hatred toward living, the very possibility each of us has for joy at all.
One's living, one's joy and gratitude (whichever word you choose makes no difference here) may only be total for this 'is' the very uniqueness one 'is.' Cultivating sensual acuity for all the ways ideology seeks to find 'inroads' to usurp my life has become priority for me. My joyful 'totalitarianism' is at odds with ideological totalitarianism, but not in a Manichean (dualist opposition) manner, precisely due to an increasingly unhesitating approval for even that which I find ugly. For the ugliness, as much as beauty, contours my life, and offers me, as said above, the only possibility for joy. This is in no way 'perfect,' (it can't be!) and I err in moments of great stress and despair particularly...but can never 'fail' since I have no overriding blueprint, logic or 'cause' I hold above my immediate joie de vivre.
"I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer." -Nietzsche
[Thanks for staying up late with me as well! :)]