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Rachel Hartman's avatar

Regarding acedia, or as I like to think of it, inertia...

20 years ago I had a baby and moved to Canada, away from all my friends and family, and the thing that saved my sanity was blogging. It was the golden age of "Mommy Blogs," before sponsorships and monetization schemes. The "Mamasphere" was (in my experience) the digital equivalent of a neighbourhood. You'd drop by your neighbours', shoot the breeze over the back fence (in the comment section), and have actual conversations with other parents going through similar things. I made real friends, who became friends in Real Life, several of whom are still friends to this day. We had an actual community.

And then we helped bring about its demise, because we found something that seemed easier, and there are only so many hours in the day. A bunch of us were early adopters of Facebook. It was similar to what we'd been doing on our blogs, but it was one-stop shopping, the Walmart of websites. You could see everyone at once, rather than having to visit individual sites, and you could post shorter stuff, which was faster than writing 2000 word essays several times a week. It was an introvert's paradise, where you could "interact" without interacting, by giving a thumbs-up or throwing pies at each other (I do miss the pies; early FB was a sillier place). Over time we let our blogs atrophy, and FB became the algorithm-driven, wholly unsatisfying thing it is today. We went because it seemed easier; we stayed because there was no place else to go.

The thing that galls me the most is that mommy-blogging was fun. People were writing long, eccentric, heartfelt, sometimes overly-personal screeds, not for clicks, not for money, but for the friends we were finding all around us. And yet the lure of "not quite as fun, but a lot easier" was difficult to resist. This happens in so many different ways. I love boeuf bourgignon, but it takes all afternoon (and you have to peel all those tiny onions), and frozen taquitos take 7 minutes in the toaster oven and only leave you feeling a little bit sick. The good stuff takes work, even when it's fun and otherwise satisfying. The body/brain at rest wants to remain at rest.

I don't like how bummed-out this sounds. I absolutely believe we can break out of any of these orbits. But it does take work.

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Gretchen Joanna's avatar

Your taking us back to Pascal and his less modern perspective is helpful. The older I get, the more sensitive and resistant I become to our culture's default way of thinking of humans sometimes as just another species of animals, sometimes as machines built of distinct parts, to be used as efficiently as possible. My eyes have been opened to the strangeness of some of my own ideas I've had my whole life, once I question the assumption of "If a thing can be done, it should be done." Not having a societal idea of what a human being is, is a fundamental problem.

I love this, regarding why distraction comes so easily: "We might also be turning away from duties, responsibilities, and obligations we ought to be more vigorously pursuing." Yes!! My goodness, think of all the good work that might be done -- visiting one of the many lonely people, seeking out old people who need a little help around the place, remembering parents who would appreciate a phone call...

Thank you for the good reminders all around, one of which led me to think of this that Jesus said: “My food is to do the will of him who sent me and to accomplish his work."

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