There seem to be a hell of a lot of tweets, messages, emails, social media statuses, advocating the following;
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘Holy shit, what a ride!’”
Sounds great, but putting aside the issue of what happens if you skid in sideways 20 years before the end of the journey, I think a lot of the original meaning is being lost on some folks.
Shouldn’t this be a stream of crazy and life defining experiences or challenges, you know, the stuff this is clearly citing? Striving for goals and experiences, regardless of what anyone else or society might think of your goals.
I get the distinct feeling that rather than this, folks are using this as a justification for chaotic forms of apathy. Getting hammered in the same town, and waking up in cold Pizza from the same grim take away, using this wild lifestyle to justify forgetting a job, kids, getting involved in other things… it’s just a different form of doing nothing. Go for it if that’s you bag, I have my own ideas and objectives but you are not hurting me, but be honest with yourself, treading water frantically is still just treading water. It’s a fine choice, but be sure thats what you mean to be doing.
I deactivated my facebook yesterday evening. Emma and I both have now. I won’t go into the tireless reasoning, but I figured getting rid of it for a bit wouldn’t hurt.
I still have the mental ticks though, the internal trigger to have a look see whats going on (which frankly is usually bugger all), and then have to stop myself. Even the muscle memory on the PC and mouse, or ipad, is still there I instinctively go to click the buttons/links.
Also get this sense that stuff is happening without me, which is exactly how it feels when you play MMO’s, or when we got rid of the TV license a few years back, and I stopped reading the mainstream news sites and paper. Takes a good few weeks to realise how little impact they were actually making on your life, what the negatives were, and what you can potentially do instead.
I think social media, and all forms of virtual existence are great, but I, we generally, are so shit at dealing with it, and it is so easy to slide into it being a part of what you are and do unconsciously, and from then on its easy to retroactively justify it. I’m going to try and blog some more- Virtual nicorette if you will- then we’ll see, hopefully I can be a bit more in the driving seat.
I mean really cold, -4 or -5 (thats like 23-4 for those of you who prefer your temperature based on the freezing points of brine solutions with ice and ammonium chloride against the melting point of ice, and the temperature of the human body, divided by intervals of 64.)
Its not quite slicing open Taun Tauns for warmth, or the Arctic circle-esque ‘my face has frozen to the windscreen’ but nippy enough. I walked into work, I like walking when its cold, but I had no music or anything so the mind was left to wander… bad idea.
For some reason I was mentally reciting some sort of guide to the areas I was walking through, culturally, historically, topographically. Then I was getting annoyed when I was messing things up, or not getting information across properly.
Was my brain not entitled to 30 minuites peace? I was up at 5am feeding little miss patient (not) and then captain fascist was up a few hours later, you’d think if ever there was an opportunity to kick it into neutral and coast this was it.
I hope to god its not just me that does shit like this.
Baby numer two is due on Thursday, the waiting is not getting easier second time round.