We’ve forgotten what’s important, as we follow blogs from people who tell us what they had for breakfast (sorry to the person who knows I follow them and recently blogged about yoghurt for brekkie). It’s just not the stuff of dreams, or existential thinking. What makes us human is our sometimes annoying, but very human ability to philosophise and reflect. When everyone and their Instagram-using hamster is blogging about what they had as their ‘I missed the bus’ late morning snack, we somehow lose the important stuff that matters. We didn’t finally learn how to scribe, and record ideas for Socrates to write out what grapes he was going to smush up for his after party dinner drinks, or for Homer to skip out all the stuff about Odysseus and write out his top tips for getting on with your boss.
Maybe I’m being harsh- I’m sure if writing was more accessible and education was more abound back in the olden days more people would write more shit. In general. Also, the dilution of what we read must be a good thing, as we’re not constantly walking round in a haze of existential dread and balking at every busy road crossing: we are not constantly in need of literature that spells out to us our greatest fears. Perhaps what we write about hasn’t got more minor and elusive to what’s’ important; maybe we’ve just democratised what’s important, and focused on the stuff we do know: like how to win a guy who belongs to the bitch over the road. I love writing and reading stuff like that. Especially when I’m on the toilet.
So when you’re stuck in traffic, and staring at something long enough to remind yourself of the randomness of it’s existence, you may get scared. But just remember someone’s always on the other end of that motorway in a semi-detached house writing about the crucial integration of Vegan yoghurt into our daily habits.