Ah, The Impatience: a big friggin’ force in the known universe. Best articulated with an Irish brogue. As in: The Troubles. Only, with The Impatience, the troubles really just land on the receivers.
You can see that it’s hard-wired into us by observing the ferocious impatience of an infant waiting to be fed or held or a small child who isn’t getting whatever they are wanting in any given moment.
Do you know any truly patient people? When someone fits that category we revere them as if they were a god. Or we secretly mock them for not having any moxie (I cleaned that up). Just take a drive in Manhattan and see what happens when a traffic light turns from red to green. God help the driver who hesitates before stepping on the gas. The outraged cacophony of horns blare immediately and insistently. How dare you (or you or you) make me wait…even a couple of seconds?
Sure, I have heard the tales of places where people set on their front porches watching the wheat grow and chawin’ tobacco. Perhaps that really exists…but I doubt it.
How come nobody knows what day it is anymore?
Because we are all living more in our and others’ heads and less out there in the world of sunrise and sunset. Day and night have less significance and we are losing the thread of our own organizational structures. Is this a bad thing or a good thing? Is it right or ratshit? (Gotta throw that in for the Bevy Smith and Fashion Queens fans).
Well, on a personal level it’s a bit comforting – as I careen sharply into what we graciously like to call alter-cockerhood – to have my forgetting become the new normal.
But there is a fading of what we used to consider our humanity – that interconnectedness that revealed itself in actual contact with the world around us: the earth and sky, the seasons, the days and nights. We knew we were part of the physical universe and that was our center and our identity.
Are we evolving? Is the change I’m talking about progressive? TWT (the would be time will tell for those who aren’t initial-mavens). Is there a gain that comes along with the loss?
There was a great old sci-fi movie, Tron, in which Jeff Bridges was a computer programmer transported inside a computer. Perhaps that was somewhat prophetic. We might lose our outside selves and settle deeper into our hive mind selves.
Is it regressive and old-farty of me to want to marshal resistance in the face of that possibility? To sound the alarm before it’s too late?