| M. Alan Thomas II ( @ 2007-12-28 13:54:00 |
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What am I doing with my life?
Those of you on my friends list got to read a bit of profanity last night, along with a promise of explanation. Those of you not on my friends list don't read this thing anyway.
I had a bit of a shock last night. My reaction was not helped by the fact that just beforehand I had just finished reading Watchmen for the first time. (I had purchased it earlier that day.) Neither was it helped by the fact that, upon looking at the (also just-purchased) book that I was going to start reading in order to recover from the shock, I discovered that it was a sequel to something that I hadn't read, and I have no interest in owning or reading sequels without the original. Given the circumstances, I hope that my little display of angst last night may be forgiven me.
So what was the shock? Well, it was nothing most people would find upsetting, so first let me explain some things that I have not talked about a lot. This has to do with my goals and desires in life, so hopefully you'll find it interesting.
I want to change the world. Actually, "driven" is the term that keeps springing into my mind: I am driven to change the world. I want to be able to look ten thousand years into the future and be able to say that the world of 12,000 AD would have been different were it not for me. Not merely were it not for someone with my skills in my position, but for me. This is partially because I am not sure if an afterlife exists—although if it does, I'm fairly sure that the Roman Catholics are right—and, as Glen Cook's Black Company novels say, "It is immortality, of a sort," but I'd be doing my damnedest to change the world even if I knew for certain that God exists. (Incidentally, I'd prefer that the change in the world be a good one, partially because that's the sort of person I am and partially because if God exists, I don't want to piss him off; Pascal's Wager still holds.) I have never been quite certain how I will accomplish this, but I am absolutely certain that I will not be happy in a world where I am merely a statistic waiting to die. Apparently some people are, but I don't dream that small; I'm the CrazyDreamer for a reason.
About half a decade ago now, I got pissed off at all of the mediocre artists and webcomics that got so much attention while fiction languished, so I started something that I had never seen or heard of before: a webfiction. In later years, I ran across a few others, so it turned out that I wasn't the only one or possibly even the first, but I could still, if I played my cards right, be the one who made it popular, right? Eventually I rewrote my website to concentrate on promoting webfiction. Then, last night, I run across Pages Unbound. Oh, look. Someone's already had the idea of popularizing webfiction, has been doing it for a long time, has half an order of magnitude more entries than I knew existed, has been writing webfiction herself for twelve years, and is popular enough that it's her day job.
Can you count how many goals, backup goals, and pitiful attempts at self-respect in this area got destroyed by that one site? Yeah. Turns out I'm nothing but Yet Another Stupid Hack who can't even use making other people popular as his claim to fame. Half of my interest in writing—I'm sane enough to not bet that I'm going to be popular on the basis of writing talent alone—and half of my interest in digital humanities—a field I enjoyed partially because it involved digitizing text and partially because it left me with enough energy to write—have gone out the window. Now how the heck am I supposed to leave my mark on the world? Go into politics? (Don't think that I haven't considered it as a long-term plan.) I just have this sudden feeling that I don't know where I'm going with my life, and until I have a plan to change the world, I'm not sure what the point of my existence is.
For the past year and a half, doubt about existence of God has gnawed away at my sanity. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't care as much about not having an immediate plan to achieve immortality through my effect on the world. As it is, you can see where that gnawing's suddenly hit bone.