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I Go Overboard Well -- that was a mess, wasn't it? Screw you, non-line-breaking HTML stuff! Or something. A power outlet in my kitchen is dead. Of course it's the one that runs the coffee maker and the microwave. It's odd too, because it's not that a circuit breaker tripped -- I reset them all (even the ones that it obviously couldn't be on, just to be sure) and it's still just as dead. I didn't know they could do that. Pretty damn inconvenient, over all. I was wandering around in my head (I do that you know), and I was thinking about people and about what makes them do the things they do, act the way they act. And I was thinking specifically about fear. My contention has always been that everyone is afraid, all the time. There is a constant low-level fear in every human that is part of being human, I think, and no one can get away from it. I was thinking it might be a held-over trait from simply being a mammal, a vestigial survival instinct maybe. But it's mutated from that, what with our expanded level of consciousness (I was going to say "intelligence" there, but for some reason that makes me uncomfortable) and it isn't any longer a general dread of things that might eat us, though the fear is still related to our desire to survive. For most people (or so I have observed) the fear seems now to be linked to the desire for communion with other members of our species. Put simply, people are afraid of being alone. Yeah, yeah -- no surprise there, right? Of course not. But I think that it's more pervasive than most people realize. It is of course most obvious in the insane ways people behave in order to either secure (or sabotage themselves in order to not secure) a meaningful and long-term interpersonal/romantic relationship, but I think it feeds over into most other social interactions too. Specifically religion and whatever form of nationalism/patriotism/globalism you prefer. Haven't you noticed that humans have an almost pathological desire to group each other, define each other and themselves in terms of pack-like units? How do you define yourself? How would other people define you? There are other reasons for that, yeah. Probably even more important ones, but I think the obsessive way that people not only create these groupings but also organize themselves and others according to them speaks to a powerful underlying motivating force. Fear. That's why people get so dogmatic and frothy when their chosen social groupings get challenged. Yeah, it is also because their identity is being challenged, because we do define ourselves through these artificial groupings, but that's because we can't stand the idea of being singular, alone, no pack, no pod, no others around to support our idea of self. (This stuff gets complicated really fast, nar?) And no doubt this fear has mutated into a purely social phenomenon because being alone no longer means there isn't anyone to watch your back while you eat in case a predator with teeth like knives sneaks up on you from behind. Now the knives are a kind of desolate blank wasteland where people can't see themselves or their existence as having any point. (I realize that's kind of a stretch, but you see what I mean, right?) And like I said, this is most obvious in the insane ways people behave in order to get that ultimate validation and existential support -- the mate, the romantic interest, the Other that you imagine will complete you and fill the hole inside and maybe just shut up that goddamn voice inside that feeds this fear all the time. And it only makes it worse when you are smart enough or insightful enough to realize that even if you find the most amazing person on the planet, the fear won't go away. It can't. But that's why so many people hang so much hope on the idea of the Other finally coming into their lives. How many times have you seen/heard it? "Oh, if only I could find that person to Love! We would be so happy...everything would be golden and shiny...all my problems would go away!" (Yeah, right.) Anyway, that's what I'm thinking right now. I'll probably change my mind about it soon, or quit thinking about all together. There are too many factors that feed all of these behaviors to really claim that any one is the main cause. But for now, I'm picking "vestigial mammalian fear of separation from the pack that has evolved into a fear of loss of identity without social support and definition." Hahahahahaha! I kill me. But this seems like a good time to re-quote something I know I've put here before, even though it's been a long time. But I can't be bothered to go find it, so pasting will have to do. This is from a book with the most unfortunate title ever, Cowby Feng's Space Bar and Grille, by one Stephen Brust. The title is just so silly sounding, but it's a great book -- really. Yes, it is sci-fi, but it has great characters, and is mostly about inter-personal relationships. So, for context, this is a little soliloquy that the main character/narrator has after he is really hurt badly by his love interest.
And he is. Wise, I mean. (As an aside I will heartily recommend any of Brust's books, but especially Feng's and The Sun, The Moon and the Stars and Agyar. Maybe Agyar the most. A very clever and affecting book.) What has triggered all of this, you ask? Nothing in particular, actually -- more a collection of little things that have accumulated over the last several days. I could go on in this vein for quite some time, but I see by the clock that my tiny welcome has been worn right out, so I'll let you all go back to whatever it is you do. And I'll do the same. -t
Currently Aurally Inducing: Built to Spill, Cleo
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