At some point, someone will invent a way for our brains to interact with machines directly. How could we resist the temptation of plugging in?
We already sweat without the comforts of fiction or interaction. There are people who defy television, but those people are trapped in the same place that we are. The medium was never the problem. Our addiction to fiction will only expand. We all long to be entertained.
Didn't someone famous say, "Here we are now, entertain us!"?
Fiction is a drug. We need our unrealistic hopes and our chances at fame/infamy. The computer jockey wants to ride away into the sunset. The secretary wants to be in the middle of a love triangle involving two stunt men. The janitor wants to celebrate the touchdown with the rest of the team.
It is a drug because it makes us feel better. That comfortable, sugary sweet feeling can form cavities in our real lives. When we let fiction define our truth, we enter into an unresolving conflict. We know that love will not be perfect, but that doesnt stop " When a Man Loves a Woman" from making us hope. We know that the good guy just can't physically fight his way to his goals, but we all play weekend warriors. We know that the bad die young, too.
Everyone is addicted to something.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
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