Depending on your definition, I own either four or seven computers. I know there is no reason to own more than one computer, but I like to tell myself that I like them. I think that most of the things we do to keep ourselves busy eventually become the things we claim to be passionate about.
Music, fashion, film, writing, coding, woodworking, and solo sports are examples of things that people claim to be all about. Still, in reality, they couldn’t care less. If you were to take away everything from someone — aside from food, water, and shelter — what becomes of that person? Do they shrivel up and die? Or do they move on and find a new “purpose?”
I often wonder if the things I enjoy are actually things I enjoy. I regularly get lost in the activity of any of the many hobbies I subscribe to but, ya see, I have an addictive personality. I could get lost in anything.
This makes me believe that no matter what I am doing, I am doing it for the sole purpose of not doing nothing. Instagram and other social medias frown very heavily on this train of thought. They demand that we live full, productive lives that are celebrated and spread around the globe, lest we be judged as failures by our peers and Gary V. Not that there is anything inherently wrong with broadcasting one’s “grind” around the internet.
I just wonder why we do it.
The best I can come up with is that I wouldn’t have anything to buy if we didn’t. Everyone would be very gloomy all the time. Opinions would have to be held. Whereas in an IG type of world, it’s our nothings that get set aside for our aspirations. Our desire gets the top nine while our disappointment dies in the archive.
All because we are great at not doing nothing.