The accumulated breadth and depth of human knowledge is staggering. But even the sharpest minds still only know a fraction of what’s going on inside us. The cortex is just a small part of our brain. While it does all of our analyzing, planning, and pontificating, it has only limited access to what we actually feel, or need.
I’ve never been bothered by the social media bragging problem that many of my friends complain about. I suppose it’s possible that my social media circles are so lame that no one I know ever has any upsettingly good news to share. But more likely, I am simply not noticing the incessant boasting that torments them.
I suffer some social blindness, often not reading the mouse-over, alt-text underneath many social interactions. Maybe the reality is that my social media “friends,” are constantly pissing on me with their marvelous achievements, but I’m just seeing it as people sharing good news.
We live in a mystery, wrapped in a riddle, immersed in an enigma, and pressed in a puzzle. No one knows how we got here. No one knows where the hell here even is. And most pressingly, no one knows what we should be doing until it’s time to go.
The typical story is that it may take some time to meet the right person, and it may take a little perseverance to clear an obstacle or two. But in two hours or less, it will be done and happiness will ensue.
I get it. I love film where Good reliably kicks Evil’s ass, especially when it’s with their feet. It’s satisfying to see the world the way I want it to be. But I am quite clear that I can’t beat anyone up with my feet. I’m happy to do the yoga required to clip my toenails.
It’s always seemed to me that some people naturally have an easier time of things.
It makes some statistical sense. There’s always that proverbial sad sack who we all summon when we need to illustrate how much worse things could always be. That has to mean that there are people on the other side of the curve who have it breezy, right?
There has to be some people born to loving, balanced parents who actually had enough capacity and reserves to raise them without screwing it up too bad, right?