Wednesday, January 9, 2008

I love robots, I said. And other random thoughts.

Some days I want to flip a switch in my brain and just shut down. Power off. Autopilot on. Glide through my daily activities with a glazed look. Nummmmmmmb. I'd rather not feel anything than too much.

We are cut from the same cloth, my sister said in a voice that looked like Arial 10 pt. The cloth made of....not understanding your emotions. It's like cashmere. I love cashmere, I said. So soft. Wool that doesn't itch.

I love and hate finding out that I am not alone in experiencing the human condition. My thoughts are completely unoriginal. I am not a beautiful and unique snowflake. For those like me, struggling with meaning and God, read this (ch 1-3). Our choice is to laugh or despair. I love laughter, I said.

My hands type on keys and I feel an absurd connection to my beautiful computer. I tried writing in a journal yesterday, made of paper, using a pen, and I didn't like it. That made me sad and/or confused and/or ambivalent. I couldn't express my thoughts very well because it took so long to write in analogue. My penmanship is scribbly where it once was neat. The messiness of ink disrupts the process somehow and I fear the dark ages ahead when I may have to tap out my thoughts using a chisel and stone.

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Side Note of a Political Nature:
When we want to hate someone we dehumanize him. Or her. It is interesting to me that so many comments have been made about Hilary Clinton being a robot. Some kind of programmed superbot of the Democratic party's devising. I'm not a big fan of hers, but I've just noticed this. And then when she shows emotion she's weak. Funny. I don't want to get political really, I just thought since I'm talking about Robots....

4 comments:

mgordonmiller said...

Wow, I hadn't seen the "Beginning" of the robots. Even though I love that strip, that is really pretty depressing. However, your very next blog just throws a wrench in the whole "life is meaningless and joy is false" argument. It's interesting when I consider some of my very similar musings (unoriginal, evidently) and realize that I have actually been receiving joy AT WORK sometimes!
Boil it down: joy really matters and joy must be recognized and sought after.

Steph said...

It is a little depressing, but funny too, right? We all experience these same things and life is sad and absurd and....humans are just silly silly creatures at times. Comedy and tragedy have always been linked. My personality just bends in the "laugh so you don't cry" direction. But yes, there is great joy, too. Nice how the two blogs point that out--I hadn't even thought of it.

p.s. Have you read C.S. Lewis' Surprised by Joy? It is so lovely. I need to re-read it.

mgordonmiller said...

haven't read that. my folks have it, i think. i'll give it a read. seems like a good pooper book. and with that title, i guess that takes on all-new meanings.

Anonymous said...

Three words.. I love it!