It pains me to be referencing Chuck Palahniuk when explaining the origin of my blog's name, but I happen to have gone through a phase in my life where I liked his work. I constantly reflect on a part in his novel Choke where he explained that animals in the zoo resort to masturbation because they have been emasculated and tamed. The animals' natural survival instincts become unnecessary when their food is delivered on a schedule, their lives are suddenly entirely contained in a very limited and fake habitat and they become bored and confused. So they rub one out. All day long.
That sounds familiar.
If its not actual masturbation, then its ego-stroking. Its hourly Twitter updates. Its triple-digit Facebook friends. Its an up-vote on your witty comment. There are so many ways to live our lives within this cage of media surveillance that we don't even miss the wilderness. What wilderness? I'm not talking about the weekend you just spent in the Poconos to give people the impression that you're not lost to the city. I'm not talking about your vacation to Europe where you traced your ancestry to a remote village in Austria where nobody seemed to give a shit. No matter how far we go, we all come back to the cage.
I call this life the pursuit of entertainment. We are desperate for that midnight snack at every hour of the day. If we can't be masturbating, at least occupy our minds. There's Netflix in the mail, a new movie in the theaters, a full drive in your DVR, and a basketball game on live TV. Here's a tip: you should be suspicious when most of the commercial time is given to promoting even more programming. A product's worth is determined by how much of your time it owns. Here we are, eating it up like a guilty pleasure.
This blog will be dedicated to all minutes I have lost in life because I couldn't bear not knowing what happened next. Stay tuned to find out.
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looking forward to reading your thoughts!!
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