Unfortunately my cell phone malfunctioned and quit working a couple days ago. But thanks to email and social media, I was able to get in touch with my family and tell them what happened and see if I can get a replacement. After several messages back and forth, I am able to get a replacement sent to my house within a few days. I still have a bit of a fear of large crowds and driving, so that is why I am unable to get this done in person. But, I had back ups via email and social media to get in touch with people who can help me out in this problem. And the kicker is my family wasn’t at their house at the time. They were able to arrange all of this via their own phones while at a family reunion in a small Colorado town hundreds of miles from their home. Quite amazing what be accomplished, not only just by asking trusted family and friends, but when you tie support in with modern communication tech. Thanks dad, mom, and everyone else who made this possible. There is no why I can pay you back. So I have to “pay it forward” and help others out when they are in distress. In short, it pays to have a good support system, whether they are understanding family, close friends, counselors, social workers, home health aides, etc. We as humans were never meant to be everything to ourselves. That was true in the Stone Age and it’s even more true now in the early 21st century. I guess this could be marked up to a positive story about how good social media and communication tech can be when used properly. Thank you Mr. Zuckerberg 🙂
I haven’t been socializing much lately outside of family and close friends. I don’t post on facebook much anymore because I have better uses of my time than debate and defend myself against negative and toxic people. It seems to me that the negativity on social media tends to ebb and flow, almost like the tides. And sometimes I have runs where I’m the only one I know (it seems) who even tries to stay optimistic and positive. In cases like this, a vacation from the social media circus is in order. I’ve been doing this for several days now. I still go on once or twice a day just to see if my friends, family, and chat groups are up to anything new. And in cases when everything is going negative and irritable, I limit my responses and posts to bare minimum. I try not to philosophize and ask deep questions anymore, even on friends sites. It’s kind of tough as I am a bit of a philosopher and researcher by nature. Have been my entire life. Joe Rogan put it well when he said to the effect ‘do high achievers spend their time answering critics on twitter?’ Of course not. I doubt most high achievers and celebrities spend much time on social media. I imagine most of their posts are really done by a public relations worker.
I used to live on social media. It could be fun and it could also be stressful. But like any new tech advances, there is a a learning curve to social media. I try not to post things I know will start unneeded arguments. And let’s be honest, most arguments on social media are not needed and aren’t productive. I doubt scientists trying to accomplish things like making safe AI, trying to crack nuclear fusion, trying to cure cancer, or develop treatments to slow aging, etc. are getting into twitter arguments or trolling scientists working for rival companies or universities. But I guess I don’t see as nasty and personal of insults online as I did even a couple years ago. It still happens, but I think an unwritten code of ethics and conduct is starting to develop when it comes to social media.
But I still make a point of avoiding people when they are being negative. I certainly avoid toxic people who run down other people, especially those trying to do something constructive with their lives. I guess I really don’t have the patience to put up with negative people. I don’t want to be bothered with them. Let them stay away until they stop being so negative and irritable. My mental illness makes it easier to sink into negativity than it would for most other people. That’s why I force myself to read optimistic literature and search for good news stories. I am not a natural optimist. But I do look at data and trends.
I avoid negative and toxic people but not out of spite. I avoid these people because I don’t want to be toxic and negative myself. I have had many bouts of negativity and depression over the years. I’ll probably be more prone to fall into negativity and toxic behavior for the rest of my life, barring some major breakthroughs in medical and psychological treatments. I avoid toxic and negative people for my own health and well being. It’s nothing personal.
Haven’t had a great deal to report the last few days. We’ve had lots of snow and it’s been quite cold. Too cold and snowy to go anywhere unless necessary. So I’ve been staying home, catching up on my reading, and taking long naps in the afternoon. I’ve been sleeping a little more during the days, but mostly to pass the long drawn out cold days. I still go to bed around 10pm and am usually awake for good by 5 or 6am. My apartment is feeling quite like a regular home now rather than just the monk’s chamber I let it become the last couple years. It helps that I put a few pieces of art done by an old friend and have a regular cleaning person come in once a week and help me keep on top of things. Still have a few unresolved maintenance issues, but those will be knocked down before too long. Rome wasn’t built in one day and I won’t be pulling out of my depression and anxiety induced exile and isolation all at once either. It is coming along though.
One of my fellow tenants had a birthday party the other day. About ten of us went to her party. It felt good to be socializing again when people weren’t being irritable and rude to each other. It just seems that most people I meet in person anymore are more short tempered and on edge than usual lately. I was talking with an old friend of mine who lives here and he’s noticed the same thing. So I’m not the only one noticing the subtle and not so subtle changes. One of the reasons I don’t socialize much in person anymore is precisely because so many people I meet are in irritable and short tempered moods. The fact that almost no one I know in person shares my interests in science, history, philosophy, and literature makes things even tougher.
It is true that social media and my smart phone are the bulk of my socializing now. I know most people will think this is sad but I actually love social media and communications tech. They have given me access to people with similar interests and concerns that I wouldn’t have had in high school. My teenage years, other than a handful of confidants I could tell even my darkest secrets to, were quite lonely. As an adult now near age 40, I have more social interaction than at any point in my life besides my college years. And it is exactly because of social media, internet, and communication tech. I know many people condemn what social media can be used for and think we would be better off without it. I call their bluff on that. I call the bluff on all nostalgics who are fearful of change and want to go back to the past.
I know many people, especially in my USA, are nostalgic about the past when only one income could support a family in a house in the suburbs. Yet you don’t hear the same people decry the lack of opportunities for women, high taxes on rich people and large businesses, lack of variety in entertainment and fashion, Jim Crow laws, Cold War paranoias, cost of even long distance phone calls. I ran up long distance bills over $100 two months in a row as recently as 1999 because my two best confidants lived in other towns. My parents were not amused by that. Yet, here it is in 2019 and I talk to far more out of town people, and even out of country people, then I could have ever imagined even my wildest Star Trek optimist fantasy. And twenty years isn’t that long. It’s just enough time to get a newborn baby to adulthood. The world has changed that much.
Social media, like all other tech changes, is a tool that can be used to go great good or great harm. Nuclear energy provides a significant source of power to civilization with relatively quite few facilities. Yet the same tech can be used in weapons that can end all life on our planet. Mass media can spread the ideas of personal freedom, self responsibility, civic duty, and show our similarities to billions of people quite easily. It also empowered some truly sick and depraved monstrous people just in the last one hundred years. Religion can give people hope, a connection to something beyond ourselves and our surroundings, and a sense of taking care of others in even the darkest times humanity ever faced. It can also justify some truly evil actions. Even farming led to humanity going from only a relatively few people who managed to survive the ice ages in isolated bands to being the masses we are now making plots to travel off world and settle other planets. It has also led to the extinction of many other species, the decline of biodiversity, war, easily transferable diseases, and a loss of connection of most people to the natural world. And yet, I wouldn’t give up any of these advances among any others. Even the same chemicals that make the fertilizer for our food crops can be used as deadly poisons and weapons of mass terror and destruction.
Changes are a constant of human existence. Changes even in nature are constant too. With human existence, change will continue to come. In fact, they will come even faster and be more disruptive than at any point in history in the lifetimes of all but the oldest people in our civilizations. These changes can be delayed but they will come whether we are as individuals or nations are preparing or not. We no longer live in a world where only one nation or race has the monopoly on knowledge and progress, as if we ever did. The old ways of doing things, the ancient appeals to religious, gender, racial, national, socioeconomic, ageist differences and discriminations are losing the effectiveness they had in the past. Even homeless people in our largest cities and farmers in the poorest countries in the world have smart phones and access to the collective knowledge gathered through the trials, bloodshed, tears, and revolutions of history. This is a level of computing power that not even the U.S. Department of Defense had as recently as 1980, the year I was born.
Yes, information tech has greatly advanced just in my lifetime. Some will scoff and say, this hasn’t translated into any other aspect of life. I can’t afford my rent even on two jobs but I’m supposed to be happy with having access to Google and Facebook. Give it time. Other aspects of our lives will catch up eventually. It is tragic that many people go homeless in my country while thousands of houses and apartments sit vacant and idle waiting for someone to call such places a home just because of the prices. Individual workers are more productive now than ever yet wages have barely budged in my country in terms of inflation since at least the 1970s. My critics will say even with communication tech advancing as well as the social progress we’ve made, our standard of living has actually gone down.
For many this is true, at least in USA. Our standard of living hasn’t caught up with our efficiency, tech, medical, and social advances. At least not yet. We are still in the process of a great change, one that is even more chaotic and impacting than the Industrial Revolution was two hundred years ago. In short, we have science fiction like technology, industrial era education, renaissance era governing, legal, and business institutions, Bronze Age spirituality, and Stone Age bodies and psychology. Of course there are going to be conflicts. We will work these out, it just won’t happen nearly as fast as many people want. Changes like we are going through took centuries during the start of farming, generations during the renaissance and industrial ages, and now on the scope of only years. No wonder people are stressed. We are not experiencing the death of our species or our civilization no matter how much some people fear or even want. We are in transition. And I welcome this transition and it’s highs and lows. Stay tuned. Things are only going to get more interesting and chaotic, yet full of opportunities too.
I must confess that I never was Mr. Popularity, not as a kid or an adult. I may have not had legions of acquaintances I considered friends, but I am fortunate to have had a few I felt I could tell anything and not be condemned for my confessions or thoughts. It was tough for me to make friends as a kid because I had different interests than most people in my town. I loved reading about science, history, and foreign cultures even as a little child. This didn’t endear me to the neighbor kids much as I didn’t really like tossing around the football, playing basketball, or any other games grade school kids are supposed to like. I was usually one of the slowest runners and least coordinated children in my grade school. Of course this singled me out for some ridicule from school mates. Being the really smart kid who wasn’t going to hide his smarts didn’t help my social life either.
As a result of not having much for friends as a child in a town that was lacking for choices of friends compared to most places, I spent a lot of time alone. I would often wander in the back yard or the allies and make up stories in my head. I often continued these stories and characters for weeks and even months at a time. I wish I would have written some of these down. But I was afraid I’d be ridiculed for being creative by my school mates and family members. Every time I brought home a piece of work from my art class I was proud of, my older brother and even some of my cousins would critique it and tell me how awful it was. I kept a diary one summer in junior high but my brother found it. After that I kept my creative streaks to myself.
My saving grace came from two really cool friends I met as a pre teen. One was an artistic guy who introduced me to some really cool music like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Metallica, AC/DC, etc. that I still listen to occasionally even twenty five years later. He also introduced me to cool artwork. We admired everything from the Renaissance masters to Andy Warhol. He taught himself how to play guitar just by listening to rock albums. He became quite good and even played in a band for awhile. Like myself, he too had problems fitting in during our school years. When we were in sixth grade in 1992, he and I would be talking about the news from the presidential election. While many of our classmates were discussing the latest Denver Broncos game or Michael Jordan commercials, he and I would be critiquing old Ross Perot’s latest television specials with his graphs and pie charts. Naturally, our school mates thought us kind of odd.
The other really cool friend I had growing up was another artist type. She and I thought alike. We liked each other right away. As she was home schooled until high school, we didn’t have the shared misery that was middle school. Like myself and my other close friend, she wasn’t really interested in sports or popular culture. Even in our early teens we spent time discussing art, philosophy, politics, literature, and science. Her family and mine were among the first to get in home internet back in the mid 1990s. She also taught me how to get free songs online. I never did this because the internet was very slow and costly in those years. And since it was old dial up, it tied up the house phone line whenever I wanted to go online. Kind of tough to download the latest Green Day or Ice Cube songs when dad was telling me to get off the computer because he was expecting business calls.
I also had some other cool friends in my church youth group. But since most of them lived in different towns and went to different schools, I didn’t get to spend as much time with them as I would have liked. We did spend time together at summer camp for a couple weeks every summer. But it just wasn’t the same as seeing them everyday in the halls of school.
After I graduated from high school I moved onto college. Even though I have more friends from college I stay in contact with than high school, the friendships just aren’t quite the same as the ones I managed to save from my middle and high school years. I loved college. Even though I was going through the trials of adapting to life with a mental illness, I had some amazing times. Dated some more in college than I did high school. But, looking back on high school, I think that my best friend being a girl was what killed my dating life more than anything. Yet, I wouldn’t trade those experiences at all. Besides, high school dating is pointless nonsense and too much drama anyway.
My social life dried up once I got into the adult world and many of my friends moved away and got married and had families of their own. Fortunately, thanks to facebook and easy communications, I can keep in contact with my college friends and high school acquaintances pretty easily. Even though I wasn’t Mr. Social Life in high school, I made an honest attempt to be polite and considerate to my classmates. Sure I butted heads with a few kids in my school, but what teenagers don’t experience social drama and strife? It’s all part of learning how to socialize and be an honorable human being. And, unfortunately, the only way to learn this is to go through the trials yourself. It’s not like you can have that knowledge uploaded to your mind, like in The Matrix movies.
Even though I don’t socialize much in person anymore, I still occasionally make new acquaintances online. Most of these people have similar interests and participate in the same online forums and discussion groups. Once I figured out how to sort through the various trolls and trouble makers, socializing and making friendships online became a pleasant experience. Granted, it’s not the same as making friends in middle school, high school, or college. But, seriously, how many people make their best friends when they are adults? My biggest regret about my friendships is that I haven’t heard from one of my two best friends (the guitar playing guy) since 2005. And, sadly, he’s not the type of man to spend time on facebook or going to class reunions. Haven’t seen him in years but I still miss our conversations. I don’t know if anyone makes the same kind of friends as adults that they made as teenagers.
Getting out of the apartment several times a day now. Have been for the last several days. Catching up on the news of what’s been going on around the complex and meeting some of the new residents who moved in during the summer. Seems like we have a few really cool people move in lately, and some of them are even in my age bracket and younger. So I might be rebuilding some of my social safety nets that had fallen apart over the last few years.
I haven’t been as social over the last three years as I had been previously. I think some of it started when three of my friends in my apartment complex died within six months of each other. Then we had a few problem residents come in that gave problems to everyone. So I started isolating to avoid the drama. Then my grandmother died, which I think I took harder subconsciously than I realized at the time. My car accident in late 2015 left me scared to drive and not able to trust other drivers on the road for a long time. 2016 is a lost year as far as I’m concerned. The drama and emotions from the elections caused me so much grief and anxiety. I also lost some good friends and lost contact with some extended family because of those emotions running hot.
After months of hot emotions and people going insane over the pettiest things, 2017 was another tough year. I spent most of that year alone. I rarely visited friends or family. I went entire days without leaving my apartment. I more or less lost my ability to see anything decent in other humans, especially people in my immediate life. I devoted most of 2017 to my writing and self directed scholarly endeavors. Seeing some of the advances that were rapidly being developed was one of the few things that gave me hope in those dark years. Like a fool I tried to share this information with people, but almost no one took me seriously. I had some jerks tell me I was “fake news” and a liar. “Fake news” is another stupid phrase I despise. After a few episodes of this, I became real despondent. I lost myself in computer games and youtube videos and just became annoyed and irritated with people in general. The less I had to deal with flesh and bone people, the better as far as I was concerned.
But after almost three years of depression imposed exile and hermitage, I am slowly becoming more social. I actually want to socialize now. I truly believe that the type of people one surrounds themselves with can effect your mental and even physical health. I have believed this for years. But since most people I knew and ran into on a daily basis were in foul and angry moods, it just seemed better to just isolate, stay out of sight, and hope to God that people eventually came back to their senses. I’m thinking that people, at least the ones I associate with, are starting to come back to their senses. I certainly hope so. The last three years were lonely years. The only years I would rather relive less is my late teens and early twenties before I was being treated for mental illness.
Even though I haven’t been socializing much in person lately, I still make a point of calling friends and family often. I visited my parents in person a couple times already this summer. I saw my nephews and niece on my birthday last month. I call home at least twice a week. And I try to contact old college friends a couple times a month. Even though the last time I saw some of my college friends was three years ago, I still pick up with them like I never left off. And I’m getting better about dropping in on friends on facebook more often. I had been avoiding socializing over facebook for a year or two because of how contentious things could get even among friends. But I think people are starting to adapt and use more caution and tactfulness when online now. But two or three years ago, it was practically a nasty free for all that I wanted little to do with. I wound up unfollowing most of my friends and family (and unwisely ended a few friendships too) just because I was tired of all the divisions and fighting.
Originally facebook was a godsend for someone like me who wanted to stay in contact with people but wasn’t exactly sure how to do it. I readily admit I don’t have great social skills. I never really have. But I do get lonely at times, even when I don’t show it. Sometimes the best thing a person can do with someone who struggles with mental illness and socializing is to make the first move and just ask us how are things going. I am convinced that much of the stress of modern living is due to us not having as strong as personal social bonds as even our grandparents had. Life may have been shorter and more physically demanding during the Depression, the World Wars, and definitely during the frontier days, but they were made bearable because people had living and breathing friends they could count on for things as mundane as playing a game of cards or having dinner together after a long day in the fields. I think if we ever rediscovered the joy of having nearby friends in our neighborhoods and communities, we would see fewer cases of suicide, violent crimes, and drug addictions. I am convinced that much of these happen because some people don’t have that sense of belonging to something bigger than themselves.
Even though I haven’t been to church services regularly or been part of civic organizations for a few years, I understand why things like church, local sports teams, neighborhood associations, and civic clubs like the Elks Lodge or the Masonic Lodge are popular among those who participate; they give a sense of belonging and community. I guess I get my sense of community from shared interests in a few of the science groups I’m part of via facebook and through my blog. I used to be a member of a local writers’ guild. It’s too bad that group kind of faded away after a few of our members moved away. A sense of community is important for people. We are by nature social animals, have been long before recored history. Even the most introverted humans are more social than many animals in the wild.
Haven’t been outside of my neighborhood for almost two weeks now, mainly because of the bitter cold, snow, and ice. I haven’t even gone outside this week because it’s been so cold. Hopefully it doesn’t stay this bad all winter because I’m beginning to get kind of tired of being housebound all the time. And I don’t think I’m the only one. Seems to me that even my family are starting to get short tempered and irritable over the cold weather. My neighbors are getting short tempered too. And of course the people on social media have been short tempered and joyless ever since social media was opened to the public at large. At this point I’m not sure I want to stay in touch with anyone besides family and a few close friends. It just seems that humans get some kind of sadistic joy out of being angry all the time. Personally I’m burned out on all the anger and pessimism. Have been for a long time.
I almost never heard anything good about my fellow man or the world in general from my teachers and elders while in school or even in college. I had one teacher in junior high who seemed to get joy out of ranting about how the “cold cruel world” was going to kick our thirteen year old butts. And of course I rarely heard anything good about people in general from the news stations or even church service. After observing these happenings until I was in my mid twenties, I started taking notice of what was actually happening compared to what I was being told by my elders and bosses. After the economic crisis of 2008 and hearing that civilization was fixing to collapse any day, I payed attention and took notes. Of course it didn’t happen and the people who stayed in the stock market and didn’t panic are now making major money. That is when I came to the conclusion that the crowd is usually wrong. The whole ‘wisdom of crowds’ usually comes to nothing or mob mentality. The world didn’t end with Y2K, or 9/11, or the housing bust of 2008, or the Mayan calendar of 2012, or when the conservatives were in power, or when the liberals were in power, or when social media became a festering cesspool for people to gladly wallow in negativity and pessimism. After years of hearing that the world was going to end any day now and that younger people (or older people depending on who you ask) would be the death of us all, that’s when I had enough. Enough is enough. I have had it with fear mongering and pessimism about things that never come to pass or turn out to me more manageable than we previously thought.
Many worries are much to do about nothing and come to nothing. And everything else seems to be more manageable than previously thought. If our species can survive world wars, crippling famines, plagues that kill off millions of people, ice ages, tyrants, incompetent leaders, and even science used for evil purposes, some people can survive just about anything barring a comet hitting our planet or the sun going out. I probably wouldn’t survive most major events, primarily because of my mental illness and declining physical health as I age. But it’s okay as far as I’m concerned.
I can say that I have lived a pretty good life considering the circumstances of having a mental illness my entire adulthood. I have a good relationship with all my family members, I got to know my nephews and niece, I got to know quite a bit of my family history, and preserve it, before my grandparents died, I have cool friends who are willing to at least put up with my eccentric behavior and mental breakdowns, I haven’t been to jail or homeless, the longest I spent in a mental hospital was one week (and I have been working with a mental illness since age seventeen), and until recently was in good physical health in spite of fighting weight problems. When I was a teenager I was able to go scuba diving and climb an Aztec pyramid when I visited Mexico. In my early thirties I could walk five miles a day easily in spite weighing over 300 pounds. I got to hike and camp in the mountains of Colorado. I got to see B.B. King preform live a couple years before he died. I got to see country music acts like Brad Paisley, Reba Macintyre, Sarah Evans, etc. preform live before they became big stars. I have been able to live on my own with a mental illness for almost fifteen years. And I got to learn about some of the cool things that science and tech are doing that will be coming to fruition within the next ten to twenty years. My only true regret is that I might not live long enough to see some of the really cool things coming, like colonies on the moon or the first people on Mars or life extension tech or nuclear fusion plants. But I am convinced that such things are coming in most people’s lifetimes. And I am not an optimist by nature. I had to force myself to become this way until eventually it became second nature.