Welcome to Friday Frolykz…
Our weekend thread where we get to talk about anything and everything, now with extra secure scaffolding.
Death. It’s the one thing that unites us all. In fact, a while back I got half way through this book called the Denial of Death by Ernest Becker. Basically Becker maintains that as humans, we are basically psychologically ‘hard-wired’ to disregard the unavoidable conclusion that at some point, in fact at any minute, any one of us could snuff it.
Becker says that the brain fools us into avoiding contemplating this unfortunate certainty in order that we may enjoy our brief lives and go about our day-to-day business without mass panic, hysteria or going insane.
Of course, religion, which has been described as the “opium of the masses” has been accused of fulfilling exactly the same purpose. “The meek shall inherit the Earth” for example. So, in other words saying; ‘don’t worry about your miserable, shitty little existence now, because when you’re dead, things are going to get a lot better. Thousands of otherwise intelligent people around the world believe this to be true to this very day.
Eventually, I threw Becker’s book aside out of pure boredom as once he had made his point, I reached the conclusion that he really had nothing else to say. A “one thought wonder” I concluded.
And finishing the bottle of shiraz that I was simultaneously working on seemed like a far more pleasurable pursuit than finishing some miserable old sod’s scribblings about how we’re all essentially rooted.
Aside from that, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have a very short attention span.
Judging by the number of unfinished books I have lying around the house, all with bookmarks placed neatly after the first two or three chapters.
In saying that, I really enjoy shopping for books. There’s something quite distinguished about being seen hanging around in a bookshop, particularly one of those upmarket boutique ones, with wooden panelled walls and chesterfield lounges or even just the run of the mill Borders. The anthropology section is the place to be seen if you want to convey an air of deep intellectual curiosity, whereas I’ve always felt that the “new age” or “modern thought” departments hold the key for desperate losers. But then who am I to judge.
Shopping for books is one thing, but it’s actually reading them that presents the real challenge.
I get bored very easily. Did I mention that I have short attention span? I get impatient too, but only sometimes. Especially if there are too many characters or simply too much information. Do I really need to know Susan’s entire life history before she goes on a mass killing spree at Walmart? Why can’t these minor details be left til later…
Eskimos. You never hear about them complaining about their lot do you. All that snow and ice and big fur coats. They seem like a perfectly happy mob, well at least if this program on SBS the other night was anything to go by. I don’t think the anti-panda fur mob would be none too pleased with them though.
Anyway, if music be the food of love, play on…….