Despite our best efforts, it is exceedingly difficult to prepare for the day. Outside of being hungry, there are no guarantees of what the coming hours might bring. Literally anything could happen to you once you’re out in the big bad world. Statistically, you’re not in a whole lot of danger but, since you can’t control your environment, it certainly feels incredibly dangerous. You could get rained on, not given the correct change, hit by a bus or a homeless person could talk dirty to you. These things happen to people every day and that’s why leaving the house can feel somewhat terrifying. I think it’s a miracle that most people can subject themselves to the local news and still find the strength to venture outside.
Despite all the negative hype, it actually does feel better to go out into the world than to cloister yourself away and hone a developing mental illness. It might force you to confront the occasional danger but, I’m starting to think that it’s all the danger that makes life so good. Last week I was barked at by a person, and not a dog, on the street. After the initial shock I felt really good but there was a moment of confused dread that had to subside first. Adding the element of crazy unpredictable risk makes almost everything better. Unprotected sex, landing on the moon, smoking, motorcycles and burning things are all cool because they’re dangerous and, with the exception of landing on the moon, they’ve all played important roles in my life.
As individuals we sort of instinctively avoid danger, and while this has helped us maintain a stable society it has also made it a little dull. Don’t you sometimes feel like life should be all exotic animals in capes and sparkly sounding music instead of paperwork and mundane small talk? Aren’t you sick of putting your dreams on hold while you waste another afternoon cleaning up another person’s mess while they continue to brown nose their way to the top? The obvious solution is to buy a lynx, dress it up in a cape and release it in that person’s office and I would make that recommendation were there not specific situations where certain complications can arise. But such is the case of dressing up a dangerous predator and using it to commit a felony.
You know, in the times before recorded history, you settled a disagreement by eating the other person. This fact has been well documented in prehistoric literature. However, when an argument crops up today, you have to hold a meeting with a third party present and submit a bunch of forms in this bizarre bureaucratic tea party. It’s all supposedly done to keep everyone civil and safe but I would argue that it’s the lack of direct consequences that allow people to continue treating each other like garbage. Someone in my neighborhood has very a large dog with perpetual mid-grade diarrhea. I know this because there have been growing number of mounds with a napkin laid daintily on top as if to say, “an effort was made here and now it’s your problem” near my residence. I feel like that’s a pretty good metaphor for a lot of people’s lives. Instead of cleaning up our shit, we’re just covering it up with napkins and nobody is slapping us around for doing it. It sort of makes me wonder why we even bother. Day after day many of us wake up and make the choice to actively participate in a fairly lackluster shared existence and some people don’t even have the good sense to act outraged.
It doesn’t have to be all rainbows and slam-dunks but it doesn’t hurt to throw a few of those things in there if you find your life lacking. As human beings, we are probably supposed to suffer a little but we aren’t supposed to languish all the time and we definitely aren’t supposed to exist in a joyless emotional stasis. So opt out of your current mediocrity, reach a little higher and fall a little further so you can have a few dreams come true in conjunction with whatever waking nightmare you might currently exist in. Don’t tress about the day or spend every second trying to fuss out the details, it isn’t going to help you unless you’re suffering from crippling OCD. Just spend a little more of your time doing what you love and striving for what you want and a lot less preparing for the worst.