Lame Life

Did you ever think about how lame life can be? Take yesterday for example. I took a shower like I do every morning. I scrubbed the same spots, dried off, applied deodorant, combed my hair in the exact way as usual, dressed in an outfit I’ve worn many times before, and ate what I ate the previous day. Lame right?

Later, I sat down in front of a screen and contemplated the nature of existence. While I transcribed those thoughts via keyboard, I left the physical world — I was captivated, focusing solely on the words in my immediate field of view. I could’ve been sitting anywhere on the planet and it wouldn’t have mattered, all I cared about were those unfolding ideas.

Then later, in front of that same glowing screen, I played an online FPS (First-person Shooter) game. There I was, in the heat of battle, weapon in hand. “Enemy spotted!” Pop!Pop!Pop! went my rifle in the direction of the red-flagged opponent. “Tango down!” I did it, but the war was far from over. I approached the enemy base, and in a mad-minute of pure adrenalin, my gun puked so much lead that the other team fell like ice in a hail storm. Victory was ours.

When I got back to “real life”, I ran to the toilet. I had to work through some intestinal distress — something I ate. Again, kinda lame. So what’s the deal!? Why is regular life comprised of the dumbest stuff possible whereas everything onscreen is 100 times more interesting. For example, I’ve been re-watching Star Trek: The Next Generation for the last few weeks and I LOVE it.

Therefore, I’m wondering whether this mortal form is simply the vehicle that allows me to enjoy onscreen media. If presented with the option, I honestly don’t want to live a life with gun-sights trained on me all day — nor do I want to deal with the drama that the crew of the Enterprise deals with. But isn’t it a bit silly to have a body simply as a means to consume media?

It’s like watching a TV show from within a video-game. Why not skip the middle-man and just consume media as a bodiless being of pure awareness? I suppose at the very least, my physical presence allows me to relate better to the material happening onscreen. For example: when a character stubs his toe, I know what it feels like. I don’t need a lot of backstory since I understand the fundamentals of being human.

An interesting question is this: what sort of “real life” could I lead that would be of equal entertainment-value to what I see onscreen? It can’t be too intense, but it’ll have to generate excitement in some way. I’ll think about it and report back. Maybe something absurdly amusing, something so silly that I find myself laughing the days away. We’ll see.