Friday 26 April 2013

The Loneliness of Consideration


There are many things that rouse my ire. Mostly, they stem from other people. In fact, the only thing that annoys me beyond belief that is not caused by a fellow human being is when inanimate objects start misbehaving – it usually happens when you are in a rush, or already cheesed off with something else. It is at times like that when I feel like the entire universe is against me, but that just shows how little I comprehend the size of the universe.

I digress. I want to discuss consideration, kindness, and awareness of your surroundings. I was recently involved in a discussion regarding an inconsiderate commuter who kept his large rucksack on his back when standing on a packed train. He was also oblivious to the fact that his luggage was taking up extra space behind him, and as an extension of his body it would attack other commuters with every move he made. This is an example of a fundamental lack of awareness, and no consideration for others. Personally, I find this intolerable. If you consider only yourself, then who should think about you?

Maybe on a good day, I wouldn’t care as much – I have been led to believe that I am quite laid-back, sometimes with vexatious effects for those around me – but the fact remains that when you are living on a planet that is as overpopulated as ours is today, you really need to think about how you impact other people’s lives. The small things count just as much as the big things, and knocking your selfishly-placed belongings into other people unnecessarily is not the best way to progress.

Dog eat dog, look after number one, etc. I have heard these many times before, and it appears that this is the credos of the masses. The main problem I see with it is that someone has to lose. Often it is more than one person that suffers, when a singular being cares only for the self. But that focusses on purposeful greed and carelessness, which really is a topic for a slightly different discussion. I just wanted to point out that it doesn’t fit in with consideration and kindness.

I think part of the problem is thought, and this can branch off to the lack of thought (choosing not to think) or conversely, the inability to think (stupidity). For the first, we can lay the majority of the blame on the subject, although it could be argued that they will only have learned this from others, their environment, role models and so forth. Whereas that might have some truth, we all have the ability to choose, whether it was a divine gift or not. I doubt that choosing not to consider others was part of the plan, but I am the wrong person to ruminate on that. The latter is a disease that is crippling the human gene pool. Stupidity is rife in every city and town across the planet. We, as a race, are increasingly half-witted – there are some very intelligent people about, but they are hugely outweighed by the dense and the doltish. So who do we blame for these inept fools that don’t realise they are stupid?

I am not the [proven] most intelligent man in the world. There are some people out there that know more than I do on a wide range of subjects, I acquiesce. However, I simply cannot tolerate stupid people that are unaware of their own stupidity. Anton Szandor LaVey said: “It’s too bad stupidity isn’t painful. Ignorance is one thing, but our society thrives increasingly on stupidity. It depends on people going along with whatever they are told. The media promotes a cultivated stupidity as a posture that is not only acceptable but laudable.”
I couldn’t agree more.

Monday 22 April 2013

Disposable Society

I am becoming more unnerved by our culture. We appear to be a fickle bunch, and have lost the art of tradition. I know I can be a bit cynical, and I don't find it difficult to castigate humanity for the staggering multitude of flaws, but recently I have found myself spending more time with that quizzical look of concern on my mug, deepening the furrows on my brow. Not only does this increase my worry for our future, but also the number of wrinkles I will have, so nobody wins here.

Allow me to expand. For anyone with the knowledge, even a notion, of the history of the planet, they will know that we have categorised and sub-categorised the timeline into 'ages', 'periods', 'eras' and such. To give you an idea of how that relates to the age of the Earth, the well-known Triassic period (dinosaurs) lasted for 50 million years*. The Earth is 4.57 billion years old*. Therefore the Triassic period was 1%* of the history of the Earth. If you are 50 years old, 1% of your life is 6 months**. We humans have been walking around (in various forms) for 4 million years* - 0.09%* of the history of the Earth. If you are 50 years old, 0.09% of your life is 2 weeks and 2 days*. The point I am trying to get across here is that we are still just newcomers, guests even, to this planet. Yet we have raced through our evolution with such increasing rapidity that we haven't had a thought for our surroundings. I have often heard people say 'If the dinosaurs were so good, why are they extinct?' which is a very short-sighted and uneducated point, but there is an unwitting point in there. The dinosaurs actually were that good, that they lasted more than 10 times what we have so far without causing irrevocable damage to their home. The actual point is that we have been here for what might seem like a beach holiday for the Earth, yet we are doing our best to not only make sure that we are extinct, but also everything else around us.

What is mostly causing my discomfort at the moment is fads and phases. Nothing really lasts 'the test of time' anymore - we consume and discard almost everything in our lives without a second thought. I don't want to sound like an activist, partly because it is more of a frustrated observation, and partly because I am just as guilty as everyone else, but I seriously think that the Earth would bloom and flourish if it wasn't for the humans developing new ways of suffocating it. So, the only things that are truly disposable are us. And maybe banana skins.

Happy Earth day!

*roughly.
**exactly.

Monday 15 April 2013

Ridiculous, Crazy: Life

I don't spend enough time on my blog. I don't spend enough time on my hobbies, either. According to my significantly better half, I don't spend enough time cleaning up after myself. That does seem to leave quite a large portion of my time not doing much, and I'm not sure what it is I actually do, when I am not doing anything useful.

Life actually happened for me quite recently. I am now a father to a wonderful little girl, who is a magnet for spare time; I can spend hours just staring at her, joyfully mimicking her coos and gentle sighs. I also spend a lot of time unable to do anything else, because "I've got the baby on me", which invariably means I am unwilling to move (to clean up after myself).

There are 168 hours in a week. That is a reasonable amount of time to share between projects, I think. I spend about 40 asleep, all being well. There is the obligatory 40 hours at work, and probably 6 hours travelling to and from said Hell workplace. I imagine I spend around 8 hours, outside those previously consumed in this exercise, eating. Menial tasks such as washing and dressing myself probably equate to roughly 5 hours a week. Other tasks that require a little bit of brain power or elbow grease, like cooking and cleaning, take up maybe 10 hours. Alright, that's 109 hours so far... what do I do for the remaining 59? I suppose there is additional travel, and weekly tasks like shopping for food - that probably uses an extra 4 hours. I will allocate 5 hours for socialising, although it really does depend on what is going on, but I guess average is the key here. So, 50 hours to find. I can't imagine I spend 50 hours staring lovingly at my daughter, but I can easily believe that I spend that much time feeding and burping her, bouncing her on my knee, changing her nappy, changing her clothes, putting her down, picking her up... you get the picture.

It is strange to think of the time when I wasn't a father, and didn't even have the urge to become a father. I can't say it has been all plain sailing, but I am very much enjoying fatherhood. I am lucky, I suppose, that I don't suffer from panic and worry in the same way that other people do, because I can see that it has a real strain on the body and mind of the victim, but also those around them will feel the tension and it will test relationships of all descriptions.

My conclusion is that time doesn't stop for any reason, and quantifying useful activity and efficiency is going to take up far too much time. It is better to just live, and make sure you enjoy every second you are given.