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Yetzirah

Regarding Salamander's Navel
Thu Mar 11 2004


Ah, Salamander.

Our minds must wander along the same paths from time to time.

Just the other day I was posting an entry and I thought to myself, "This is drivel. Unmitigated trivia. Why am I writing it, and who would want to read it?"

I explored similar reasons for writing. The desire to write on a regular basis. The desire to improve my writing. An unexpected benefit that I was not prepared for was the discipline of writing to a deadline. Having to come up with something every day has been an excellent assignment for me. And I have learned not to fear it.

I enjoy the give and take of other diarists ideas. And let's face it we are all over the spectrum politically and religiously. As long as everyone remains civil, it is a good place to exchange ideas.

BUT, there are other factors at work, you are right. And the one that hit me between the eyes was your admission that you were lonely. . . .I am too.

There, I have said it.

Our society encourages, promotes, fosters and rewards independence. . . . Wait, I disagree with what I just said. Exchange the word independence with isolation.

We surround ourselves with all manner of distractions. Television, radio, stereos, and yes, computers. We even buy our own movies so we don't have to go to the theater.
We have vast libraries of music so we don't have to go to concerts. We have dozens of people to tell us what's going on in the world on television, so we don't talk to our neighbors about those things. Everyone is incredibly busy just trying to make a living and we end up not having time to live. Actually, our yardstick for financial success has grown so large as to be ridiculous. If you believe what the media tries to sell, if we work hard and are "smart" consumers, we will all retire as millionaires! And anything less than that, well, you just didn't plan your life very well did you now?

But what has suffered in this rush to individualism and financial nirvana are our relationships. It IS hard to get together with people for the simplest things. And maintaining a close relationship has become a real project. It doesn't help that we all move so frequently. That is a whole disrupting influence in itself.

I have often thought I would like to start a writing group that would meet in my home. But it seems such a daunting task to get people together. And here we come to a nasty little fact that, were I speaking aloud, I would feel so ashamed, I would have to whisper it.....

I have belonged to 3 different book clubs over the years. And something that I noticed in all of them was a dynamic that surprised me. People have the devil of a time dealing with others who don't think EXACTLY like they do. On EVERY level, in ALL the details and minutia. And we find it so threatening to hear a different point of view, that we will hammer and bully the dissenting voice until they have no choice but to capitulate or withdraw. I think this is another reason that we find it hard to associate with others. We are encouraged to polarize our thinking in public and it spills over into the personal. This just adds to the pile of pressures we face in modern life that keep us from forming any but a handful of satisfying relationships.

There is another thing that is at work, in my opinion. Because we are so many of us in the world, AND we are isolated, AND we watch a lot of TV (as a group) we can come to the conclusion that if it's not on TV, it's not really REAL. That if someone else doesn't SEE it, it didn't happen. And since we are not on TV, we can feel that we are invisible.
That our life is not real because no one else is watching it. I think that is why people are so willing to go on TV and do humiliating things. At least they are not invisible!

We want to know that our life matters. That it has meaning.

Oh, I know I generalize quite a bit. But I think about this stuff. And I don't know how to overcome it. It's like facing off with a tsunami using a garden hose.

But here we come to one of the most satisfying aspects of keeping an on line journal.
Even if I cannot sit in my own home and speak with people face to face about these things, at least we can put them "out there" on our diaries and other people may stop by and read. We will refine each others thinking, add another level of understanding, or perhaps even change our minds because we have read an idea we never ever thought of before.

It is the power of the public square. It's just that the square is our computer monitor now instead of a soap box in front of the butcher shop! Maybe some day our society will learn the lessons of getting too isolated. But in the meantime, this is what we have to work with. In some respects virtual relationship is ersatz relationship, but no more so than pen pals in years past. But it's true, at some point we need warm bodies to fulfill our needs in friendship. And to pretend otherwise is self delusion.

I guess with all things, there is a light side and a dark side. The trick is not to mistake one for the other.

But for now, my advise is to,



Write On !



10 Comments
  • From:
    Salamander (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Mar 10 2004
    "Staving off the tsunami with the water hose."

    That is exactly what I feel like I'm doing some days. It's a line good enough to use as a title to someone's biography somewhere. Or an epitaph, perhaps. I can think of much less worthy ways to be remembered.
  • From:
    Sezrah (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Mar 10 2004
    i often find it ironic that this is the information age yet we're becoming more and more isolated and less and less communicative in the ways that matter

    great entry
  • From:
    Dustbunny3 (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Mar 10 2004
    Hummm I think what I see is Future Shock Good book and we are in that crazy whirlwind and major OVERLOAD. I think for me when this occurs I tend to withdrawl till the storm passes and wind calms
    and try to prepare for the next blow bye.
    Tinkerbell
  • From:
    Pragmatist (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Mar 10 2004
    I understand the isolation part, as I tend to be a hermit and quite comfortable with myself. But there are times when I'm feeling lonely, and wish someone would just simply drop in for a chat and a cuppa.

    I'm not comfortable calling and saying "Hey put on the pot. I'm coming over." It seems like an imposition on your time. But if I wait for someone to call me, I may never socialize.

    When my husband was teaching, he issued an open invitation to any of the kids who wanted to drop in and visit. There were two regulars, and they would bring a friend or two, or maybe bring a girl friend for us to look over. Some of the most stimulating conversation I ever engaged in was with those teenagers.

    One of the most satisfying volunteer things I ever did was mentoring some "at risk" kids at one of the local schools.

    I thank you for introducing me to DD. I write of inconsequential things very often, but at least I'm keeping in touch and enjoying/appreciating comments from those who read my drivel. I even have a feeling of deep friendship with some DDers, even though we've not met in person.

    And besides, we live so far separated from each other. It really is hard to get together for chats or book club meetings. We are separated just by the mere size of the city(ies) we live in. And in this whole apartment complex I have one friend. ONE. Isn't that pathetic? Oh, I know several people, but one person I can call friend.

    Do, please do, keep writing. You make me chuckle, you make me think, you make me feel connected.

    Shalom
  • From:
    Monstergue (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Mar 11 2004
    An interesting age we live in, isn't it? I just moved from a neighborhood that I had lived in for 20 years (save the 4 years spent elsewhere, but in the same house) and when I moved over the last 2 weekends, not one of my neighbors offered to help nor asked where I was moving to.

    I think that the downfall of America may well come from isolationism and I don't mean the international kind. I mean the alienation from our neighbors. No one cares anymore what happens to people that they have known for years and that is a very very sad thing.

    I was left during my move with a sick feeling that no one cares. No one wants to know their neighbors and even if they do, the migrations don't impact them any longer.

    I was a good neighbor. I took soup to those that were ill, shoveled driveways full of snow, financially supported the neighborhood kids in their sports and clubs. Not one of these people came and asked me if I needed help. The only one who came to me did so to ask if I still wanted my firewood. He had known my parents and professed to mourn the passing of both and yet the only thing he wanted was my firewood.......

    What a sad place America is and I frankly cannot wait to get out of this country.
  • From:
    Thubten (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Mar 11 2004
    An excellent entry! Provative and well thought out. Yes, I will write on as long as my body will allow me, but if not, my brain can at least be stimulated by words such as yours
    Thankyou Yetz
    love from thubten @}---}---
  • From:
    Angelnut (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Mar 11 2004
    You are such a wise and insightful woman! I enjoy reading your diary so much! Yet, I wonder--if we happened to meet, say in a book club, and didn't know that we were Yetzirah and Angelnut, would we recognize each other from our conversations? Or would we be completely different in public than we are on DD? It is so strange that through online diaries I feel that I have come to know people, but I often wonder why I don't connect with people in real life the same way. In real life, we distance ourselves. We are polite, cautious, and superficial; thus, we all complain about how hard it is to make friends with people and how we are sometimes lonely. Such an incongruous existence. We can point to technology and modern lifestyles as the causes of our isolation, yet we use technology to go online, desperately seeking an audience, companionship, friendship, and interesting conversations. Why aren't we seeking those things from the people next door or the people we work with or worship with or share potlucks with? I can't tell you how many times I have met someone in real life that I have wanted to get to know better and wished they had an online diary I could read first--thinking it would be so much easier to form a friendship if we could just read each other's online diaries. Such a strange, strange world we live in today.
  • From:
    AeolianSolo (Legacy)
    On:
    Thu Mar 11 2004
    One of the reasons we may be a nation of isolationists is that the news media have convinced us that our neighbors may be dangerous. If I walk up to a new neighbor and introduce myself, am I opening myself up to unstable people who may eventually kill me and bury me in their backyard?

    Maybe we all also have become convinced (again through the media) that our lives are so inadequate that we can't live up to others' expectations of our homes, our occupations, and our hobbies, and, rather than risk rejection or censure, we just hide.

    --Solo
  • From:
    Bookworm (Legacy)
    On:
    Fri Mar 12 2004
    Your entries are always so well written and so thoughtful. Thanks. ;-)
  • From:
    Waterspriteflying (Legacy)
    On:
    Sat Mar 13 2004
    Oh, my dear, you said a mouthful! I think this would have been called an essay in the Olden Days. You wrote it so well, I was 3/4 through before I realized that's what I was reading!

    We are isolated, and I do think it has an awful lot to do with this tearing around to Get Things. Work, work, money, money. Fact is, we make time for what's important to us. If it really is important, we do make time. It says a lot about our priorities, doesn't it? Mine included.

    Thanks for nudging us. This entire society could use frequent reminders like this.

    Hugs,
    Ani