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- Subject: hamster-ball reality
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- Date: 26 Jan 93 20:31:06 GMT
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- ten years ago, i had a hamster named irving. he used to run around my
- apartment free, exploring things and stealing peanut-butter crackers,
- until one day he went outside and it was hell finding him again, so i
- bought a "freedom ball," a big plastic ball to put him in. he could
- move it around the house; in theory, he was almost unrestricted
- (though he couldn't steal crackers anymore) but safe.
-
- when i look at my life today, i wonder who bought the freedom ball.
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- i mean, in theory, i have almost everything you could want: a job that
- pays enough to live on but doesn't take up too much of my time,
- creative projects that intrigue me, amusing housemates who keep
- domestic life from being too lonely or dull, friends all over the
- place (real-life and virtual), stuff to do on weekends, dates every
- now and then, occasional experiments with mind-altering chemicals,
- books to read, a diet that's working really well... if you described
- my life to me, i'd think "wow, cool, sounds fun."
-
- but it all tastes distant, like it's something i'm reading about in
- the paper, not something i'm living. except for periodic flashes of
- intensity (that usually don't last more than a few hours at best), the
- day-to-day reality of meness is *boring*. i get up, check in on the
- net, go to work, go home, eat dinner, go to sleep. trundle, trundle,
- the freedom ball rolls across a few more inches of floorboard before i
- collapse into sleep. and sleeping's just so i'll have the energy to
- push the ball a tiny bit further the next day. but where am i going
- with this? what's the point? is there any reason to keep moving? if i
- keep it going for a few more days, it'll be friday and i can get
- vaguely intoxicated and go let music flow through me like a shower and
- everything will feel deeply meaningful for three hours. then i'll go
- home and go to sleep again. i don't even think having a permanent
- lover would change much; it would just make things inside my hamster
- ball all that more crowded. i mean, at least this way i can see
- everything all around me with minimal distortion. i'm not even sure
- that this state is a problem, unless over-realism is problematic.
-
- the ball i bought my hamster had a little door in the top you used to
- put the hamster in and take him out. sometimes i think that i do
- things like drop acid as a way to look for that door, to figure out
- its mechanism. if i ever found it, though, would i be brave enough to
- go out? and what would i do out there, run off into the front yard and
- play in the leaves? or just creep around the edges and steal crackers?
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- deb | sine
- "we'll inherit the earth, but we don't want it
- it's been ours since birth, whatcha doing on it?" -- the replacements
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