2 AM is certainly not the best time to be blogging, but when you’re hoped up on caffeine and bad comedy the optics certainly feel right. I’ve been swirling around the base level of human intelligence as of late, moving in and out of bad TV series while munching on potato chips and hoping to find bottom. I believed, for a while now, that the only way up was to hit bottom. Call it an AA thing. I spent time as a rehab counselor and even helped out with addict meetings of various flavors. One of the things we taught was that people only get right when they are ready to get right and they aren’t usually ready to get right until they hit bottom. Here’s the problem with applying that philosophy to intellectual I/O: there is no bottom. The truth is the media engine is designed specifically to keep you hooked in and swirling around the bottom of the intellectual pool trapped and never able to find the bottom, let alone the surface. I suppose I’ve known this all along. It wouldn’t surprise me if sometime in the last 1887 days I’d written something about it.
If you track those days you’ll find evidence of the swirl. The highs are there and the lows and the efforts to break the cycle and be something new and better. Evidence of the barriers–of what holds me back–is present as well. I know now that it just comes down to deciding that you need to do something different and you need to make your place and your value in things. It isn’t so much about finding a tipping point as it is about forcing it.
That dull ever present headache is nature’s way of reminding me that my brain is rotting. I need to turn it back on and get the gears spun up for good.