Building a Ship

Thursday 5 December 2013

Pic by Carlo Mirante
If you want to build a ship,
don’t drum up the men to gather wood,
divide the work, and give orders.

Instead, teach them to yearn
for the vast and endless sea.

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

'Tis a strange confluence that in a world of 7 billion people, the life I live ~ and, strangely to me, possibly most likely you also ~ is one whose emotional reality feels more like living more in a world of one.

This particular point in time is more lonely for more of us than it has been for most humans in history.  In a world where we can barely stop being connected.  Where we're drowning in it.

But there are many levels of connection.  A pixellated one, where we control and stylise, edit and present ourselves as reality to those who are doing the same, is perfectly fine within its place.

But we are going too far with this at the moment.  We know that, right?  We're like the guy who finds himself stoned for the third time this week when it's only Wednesday and he said it was gonna be a once in a while thing.  And a part of him is scrabbling at his insides saying, "Hey, um, this is getting out of hand" but he's having too much fun and anyway, life is way more awesome stoned than it is straight.  He listens to more music.  He's not seeing his friends, and he's not getting much shit done, but man, as soon as he has that first bong, the pain fades away and everything seems more beautiful.

It's awfully easy to become addicted to the virtual level of connection.  It's very safe.  I need safe, because I don't feel safe, and when I am out walking the streets you are not safe, because you are so used now to connecting virtually that when we come face to face it's like you don't even recognise that I am standing in front of you, or walking towards you in the street.  We ignore each other.  It is an insult to us both.

"Technology appeals to us most where we are most vulnerable," Sherry Turkle says (see Ted talk below).  "We're lonely, but we're afraid of intimacy."  We are afraid that no one is listening to us.  We are afraid that no one really sees us.  And so going online seems to help alleviate that.  But really, it's just a panacea.  I feel like I am seeing right in front of my eyes how it's making things worse.  And I'm seeing it in myself too.

Online connection is sometimes a chocolate bar when what our bodies are craving for is nourishing vegetable soup.  We really, desperately want to be seen and loved warts and all.  To be accepted in our totality.  And yet our technology is creating a group of teenagers who are not developing the skills in the art of real-life communication with real people that will enable them to be the sort of person who is able to love someone else warts and all, and love themselves warts and all.  Real life is messy, and it is not a series of browser pages, and it runs slower, and we occasionally get bored with each other, and we are not in control because the person in front of us is not a pixel whose avatar we can shut away with a mouseclick when they become too much or too little.

"I'd rather text than talk," Sherry Turkle reports hearing over and over again from teenagers.  One teenage boy, who does the majority of his communication by texting, tells her that he'd like to some day learn the art of conversation, but just not now, just not yet. 

It is easy to forget that we are at the beginning of the internet age.  It doesn't feel like it to us, immersed as we are within it so that what happened two weeks ago feels like it happened six months ago.  But it is still an infant.  And it's delightful, and it's enriching our lives, and it's what we have desired.  But we are its 7 billion-strong parents, and it's a colicky infant.  It's affecting our lives so that when we go out on a picnic to the park without the baby, we feel sorta exposed talking to each other, and we're jagged with distraction about what the baby's doing.  Communicating with each other without this thing between us all feels so fucking raw and uncontrollable.  And the trees in the park are getting some weird disease and the grass is asking us to take off our shoes and stick our feet in but it's weird and we don't.  The park and the experience will feel more real once it's controllable and in the past and we have upload it to Flickr.

It's funny, you know - all these years with chronic illness have made me feel so on the fringes of the world that it took me a while to realise that you're all out there on the fringes as well.  With or without without chronic illness.  Yearning for the sea


 





6 comments

  1. Bright is the ring of words, when they're from the heart. Sorry, but I can't find anything to argue with here:)

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  2. Yes indeed to all this. (I should tell you that I felt sorry for the poor man getting stoned so often and all the bruises he must have. Too much bible-reading...)
    There's an animated video doing the rounds on social media from upworthy or somesuch about this topic too, ironically perhaps.
    The other day I was reading about schizoid personality, as you do, and decided I'm probably that end of normal, which I'm ok with (which is typical of the type, as it happens). I think personality type matters a lot when it comes to connection and solitude and loneliness. I thank God I'm not a blinding extravert, otherwise I'd have fallen to bits (more) ages ago.

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    1. Haha, you're a crack-up, EL :)

      Ooh, do you have the link to the vid, by any chance?

      Oh, how nice that there's someone else on my blogroll up that end of normal! That makes me like you even more :) That whole intravert/extravert area is continually fascinating, is it not? I sometimes wonder about those people who are so extraverted that they're terrified of spending a moment alone and I sorta feel sorry for them. But still, there's probably a line somewhere where you can have TOO MUCH solitude. I like the thought of breaking up long bouts of it with painting get-togethers like you have with your friend. That's such a cool way of making space to do that stuff, which it's so easy NOT to do because our culture (and somewhere on our insides) is quite insistent on it being frivolous and a waste of time etc etc

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  3. Here you go. http://www.upworthy.com/loneliness-illustrated-so-beautifully-you-will-need-to-tell-someone

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  4. You should study sociology. You'd have a blast with it.

    I don't know. I think there's a different kind of intimacy online. I think it's not either/or but both/and. Yes, we need tangible relationships, but it also enriches my life to know the people I've met online. There are only a few I have any regular in-depth contact with, but those are the meaningful ones.

    But, I agree that it's not healthy to skew too much to the online version of relationships. I've seen that get out of hand with people.

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