Don Corleone: “it don’t make any difference to me what a man does for a living, you understand.”
Most people are uninteresting. That’s not a typo: I mean uninteresting. Not worth your time. Energy vampires that tax your brain, instead of the interesting sparring partners that make you a better person, or in any meaningful way contribute positively to your life.
Almost nobody, I find, is interested in genuinely fascinating things. Partly, of course, that’s a circular statement because “fascinating things” are things I like: given the diversity of the world and the number of things to be interested in, it’s highly unlikely that random people around me — family, friends, neighbours — would be fascinated by that which I adore and admire. Pushed, they would say the same thing about me.
If I were to select my social environment on a variable of “interesting”, my life becomes a series of information bubbles. That sounds bad.
Robert Malone on Joe Rogan (#1757) said something that resonated with me and still bothers me greatly. The real problem of our times, he pronounced — citing Trump, social division, anger and grand-scale anxiety that I’ve considered before — is that
“We’re sick as a society, and we have to heal ourselves. One of the things we have to do is come together. We have to re-create our social bonds. We have to buy into integrity, the importance of human dignity and the importance of community. That’s how we get out of this.”
But I don’t want to.
Unless we redefine those terms to mean people (and ideas) I find valuable, I’m not so sure I want much of community or social bonds. I might need them, and they may be good for me — for reasons that my conservative friends may be well-placed to explain — but unless they provide value, give energy, I would struggle to see the point.
Let me tell a story.