Empty Cage

I’m going to confess, in elementary school and high school I was never really a mathy kid. Quite the contrary in fact, I think it was the fourth grade where my computational skills were markedly slower than all the other little kids… and I knew it. I seem to recall reasoning along the lines of ‘this is why we have calculators’. But in elementary school calculators are the infinitely dirty word of the school system. Computation is key, and if you’re behind in math, well maybe it’s just not your thing.

I have since learned that Math probably was my thing.

After all, I was a lifelong lover of science (and wisdom haha). I loved logic and reasoning puzzles. I liked when things worked out logically, solving problems and was always in awe of the world I was a part of. It was sort of my thing, the nerd. I think this was how I eventually ended up in Philosophy. Math was definitely not my thing, and you can’t go into science or technology without math, and so I found myself in Philosophy arguably the most scientific of the arts.

I remember so clearly in high school, you are either in the science stream or the arts one. Period. You’re either an impractical hippie or a humourless drone. Job, or soul. Like its some kind of either or thing. And for me the rock in the road was always the mathematics. I could build a computer program in grade 10, but I was completely an artsie. Obviously. I took history and stuff, and always had my ass handed to me in math.

When you want to understand the all encompassing everything though these lines make things difficult. And this all started when I couldn’t multiply as fast as the others in the fifth grade.

It started to occur to me over the past few years that math is something interesting. I took Pre-Calculus last year under the pretence of needing it for a Computer Science Minor (technically true, but I could have minored in any number of things that wouldn’t have needed math). I’d been under some sort of personal conviction that mathematics was something that I should be good at.

I still had my ass handed to me.

The difference was I wasn’t left hopeless and convinced I wasn’t a math kid. I actually came out curious, yeah, okay, marks did not reflect but my memories of the class were a barrage of equations, minimal explanations, hellfire, all at eight thirty in the morning. Not the prof (actually a grad student)’s fault, tons of material, no time etc. But I think what I won there was a springboard and the confidence to keep going, despite my GPA begging I stop being so cruel to it.

And so I think, Philosophy of Math, Philosophy of Science, Philosophy of Technology. These things all exist. The thought of Physics and Philosophy makes me giddy, string theories, movement. Unfortunately this is all stuff I have to go backwards to learn so that I can apply ideas to what I think. Because back in High School I was an artsie kid, and taking science or math would only serve to drop my average and then no university would ever take me. And besides– a structured major at any University is not open to this idea, they want you to learn Science or Philosophy. One or the other, take your pick.

This is the part that gets me. I’m going to school to learn. Obviously. This is what school is for. But I am not allowed to learn what I want to learn. Instead I have to hedge around what I have an aptitude for to keep my GPA in check, or my average high. So I was told I wasn’t good at math, yeah, I still would probably take a few minutes to recall 7×8 but math and science aren’t even close to being about that. I understand why they have to do this, not every student — hell — most students don’t want to learn. They want the paper, the degree or the diploma and I can accept that. But I think as far as those of us who want to learn we have been put in the most hostile environment of all time.

This should be good, there’s about a 90% chance this blog will get lost in the abyss, when I move, but I’ve just had a hit of bitchy, and I can’t help myself. As for the contents of this blog, I’m not going to pretend I’m not just as guilty as the next guy on this one, but I just need to get some stuff off my chest.

Why is it that everyone on the Internet has such a healthy hit of self entitlement? Everyone seems to wield knowledge like a weapon, when it has so many other uses. It’s absolutely obscene to watch “help” forums on the internet. Are we all so small and petty that when someone asks for a minute of our time to give them a hand we slap them in the face.

And I know. I know, read my blog entries and people will get to thinking I actually have a heart because I’ve hit this topic before. My problem here though is that so much the snobbery today is people trying hard to emphasize their perceived “uniqueness” It’s a bit nauseating. I’m obviously not pointing any fingers, this is a by product of the hyperconnected society.

Throughout elementary school and high school you will be told a couple hundred times a day that you are completely unique. That no one on this entire planet is anything like you, and everything you do is special. I am very naive and I like to believe that to some degree this is true. I like to believe at our core we are each at least slightly different. As a Philosophy Major, I cringe at the words ‘I like to believe’ because as far as I’m concerned that’s code for ‘I can’t prove a damn thing’

The thing that troubles me is of course that for being ‘unique’ we sure as hell hate to act unique. And I know this rant has been given a million times: “Counter culture is culture, you dumbasses.” I’m a counter culture kid but at least I have the guts to call a spade a spade on this one. And as someone wise once pointed out to a very innocent me, who was trying to decide if she should get a tattoo for no good reason except that she would fit in with the other Goth kiddies “You are unique, just like everyone else.”

I love turning that sentence over in my head, it never fails to stop me in my tracks.

And I’m not surprised at the rise of depression, and, (in only the most shallow people), it’s links to goth, emo, or whatever other group you may be a part of. I have dealt with depression, I have been a goth, and to be fully honest about this all, I still like the goth lifestyle, and have no problems “gothing it up”. But being an insider looking in, as well as an insider looking out it’s so easy to see why we are the way were are today, this massive addiction to not being okay.

Look at it this way, on the internet pretty much everyone in the western world can instantaneously see almost anything they like about us. In this blog alone essentially anyone can read this entry (I mean, mind you they’d have to find it either by looking for it or happening upon it) but, for the sake of argument anyone who wants to know my thoughts on things can access them with ease. And despite my bellyaching it’s not all that difficult to do. In fact, dare I say it, anyone on the entire internet who views my website is more than capable of also making their own website, be it livejournal, geocities, or a domain, it’s not as though only the elite can throw together a website. Anyway now, unlike 10 or so years ago when the only people you had to tell about your life was your best friend now you can tell someone on the other side of the world about your life. In only a few mouse clicks. As soon as I click Publish to my right there this blog, too will be available to people across the globe. And this hypercommunication causes a bit of a problem.

Suddenly, the old phrase ‘you are unique’ starts to lose meaning, because at any given time I can find someone who feels the exact same way as I do. In fact, with the right keywords, I bet I could find someone who has written a journal entry with an extremely similar concept to this one. People can now look around and feel lost in the internet, their problems don’t seem that impressive and in many cases people even find that their problems are eclipsed by the problems of others. Sadder than you syndrome starts to form. People start to hope for, or lie about misfortune in order to command the attention of everyone, where before having your cat get hit by a car would earn you some sympathy, now your entire family has to be killed in a shoot-out to win you much attention. And, god, what people won’t do for attention. I’m doing it right now by writing this blog.

This massive selfishness wouldn’t be a problem if it didn’t lead to agressive flocks of people who think they are the most important people in the world. That what they have to say is a million times more important then anything anyone else could ever dream of saying. This self-importance easily turns fairly agreeable people into a popular phrase online today “attention whores”, though it also breeds “elitists” it really depends on the person. Elitists take out their need for attention on others, being agressive to people they believe to be below themselves, attention whores just try to make everyone pay attention to them, whether we give a shit or not.

Haaaa~~ Just needed to get some of that out.