On Science Fiction and Novelty Seeking

June 15th, 2009

One of the reasons I love science fiction is that, frankly, I am easily bored and depressed by normal everyday life.   I mean, TV commercials, ick!   Pumping gas.   Going to the bathroom.   Showering.   Shaving.   Driving.   Cleaning.   Grocery shopping.

Hours every day filled with so many things of little intrinsic interest, pretty much destined to never change or improve.

Even as a kid, I sought out novelty.   Astronomy and dinosaurs.   Other places and other times.   Books, especially mysteries and science fiction.   Monster movies, waiting for 90 minutes to finally get a glimpse of what the horrible thing looked like.   An escape from the drudgery of the normal that bored me so much of the time.

School was better, although I was well enough read quickly enough that I tended not to learn much in class, and grasped ideas much faster than most of the other students.   You do get in trouble sometimes correcting the teacher, and it isn’t good to always raise your hand, and that made me sink into silence too often.

I’m sure I’m not the only science fiction fan like this.

Most people prefer comfort and security to an unending stream of new challenges and experiences.   I’m sure this is why movies and TV fail to be very innovative, and why science fiction remains a niche area rather than being recognized as the only significant literature of our technological era.

But I’m really writing this because I’ve become a little concerned about how far I may be taking this novelty with my entire life.

I always seem to be looking for the next great thing.   I never seem to be happy with good and steady.   This tendency has brought me some real rewards, I acknowledge, and is an important quality for both a writer and scientist to have.

I could have gone a lot of other directions, however.   Passions right up there with astronomy, dinosaurs, and science fiction have been movies, video games, drawing, engineering, running, travel, and more.

Since my divorce in 2005, I’ve done all kinds of things that have surprised me.   My wardrobe is quite different.   I have tattoos.   I have an earring.   I’ve temporarily moved to Brazil and am gaining some skill with Portuguese.   I’ve run a marathon for the first time.   I started blogging seriously.   I created Launch Pad.   There have been some X-rated things I won’t go into here, but they would seriously impress and scare the me of twenty years ago (and ten years ago).   And now that I’m a few months away from returning to Wyoming full time, I’m getting excited about remodeling my house (or buying a new place even).

It always seems like I have to be doing something new and dramatic.

The good and steady stuff has been okay, with Spider Star coming out last year, and getting tenure and sustaining funding for my research group.    I still love writing and astronomy, but it gets harder to get the same juice out of it that I once did, and I’m looking for ways to rediscover that sense of wonder in what I’ve learned to do well.

So, maybe this sort of thing is normal for some of us.   I’ve tackled some things like writing and research science seriously, things that always provide an opportunity for novelty.   I’ve also made the time and money to enable all sorts of other novel activities.   For instance, I’ve got the awareness and frequent flyer miles to be able to travel any where in the world for a vacation and get a lot out of the experience.   Fewer and fewer places are looking that different or interesting to me, however…

This post is more personal than many I make here.   I know I like the bloggers who go personal regularly, but that takes a lot of courage and not everyone respects their boundaries in real life.   I usually like to disguise my personal issues in my fiction, where there’s some plausible deniability.

There is a place for someone like me.   I know a lot about a lot of things, and that enables me to write about things difficult for others, and to do research that others can’t do.   It also makes me into more of an amateur at everything I do sometimes, and   I have a lot of envy sometimes for the people who love only one thing and do it very well.   The experts tend to get more attention, and rightly so.

Anyway, I’m proposing that a lot of you reading this are like me, too.   Science fiction fans, novelty seekers, always looking for the next big thing in your lives.   Any of you beat the monkey, or learn how to ride it instead of it riding you?   I manage, sometimes, and sometimes I don’t.   Perhaps that’s being balanced, or perhaps that’s failing some of the time.

And if it looks like I’ve got all my shit together and should have no worries, realize that everything looks different from the inside and the introspective ambitious personality is always second-guessing himself, and I’m no different.   I just try to tell myself that my problems are problems that most people would like to have.

My immediate problem has been trying to beat insomnia and sleep issues instigated by fighting the computer virus of a couple of weeks ago.   I’ve had a big hit to my productivity and general outlook, with more time thinking and less time doing.   The other way around feels better, although isn’t sustainable either.

And part of it is probably just “mid-life crisis,” although I hate to put such a trite label on something complex.   Labels make people think they understand things when the things are intrinsically complex and timeless problems people have always struggled with.    This one probably comes under the heading of the eternal problem of how to find meaning in a long and nominally successful life (one of the central themes of Star Dragon so I’ve been struggling with it for a while now).   I have too much intellectual integrity for many of the pat answers, and in any event, an individual emotional response is the one that counts.

Maybe it’s like the title of that movie, As Good As It Gets.   Jack Nicholson, the OCD writer whose life is in turmoil wonders “Is this as good as it gets?”   The trite answer there is that he needs to change to win the love of a good woman, and love conquers all.

Maybe the old trite answers are the only ones that ever work, but my curse is that I’m always looking for a new answer, and they’re usually not as effective.

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