Wednesday, February 19, 2014

A Dollop of Desperation - A Walter Mitty Version

I obsess. I over think. I sometimes think I enjoy making myself miserable. I don’t really know why I continue to do this. Perhaps I spend too much time by myself, escaping in the depths of my mind. Robertson Davies writes in his novel, The Manticore:

“So much of this thinking is just mental masturbation, not intended to beget anything.”

And Davies is right. A lot of what I do is bascially dwell on things that are out of my control. And the dwelling isn’t intended to beget anything despite my desperate attempts of convincing myself otherwise.

I’m a fervent advocate for learning through experience. I always have. But once I’ve experienced something, I overanalyze its implications until it has no meaning, the lesson lost in my convoluted inner dialogue.

To add insult to injury, I was recently told my “thoroughness” kills the mood and that I don’t know how to enjoy life. This was an obvious bummer, so I afterward treated myself to the film, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Walter Mitty is a desperate person who is too afraid to stand up for himself and talk to the woman he admires. He’s a regular victim of zoning out into his own little world to the point of completely losing the moment.

I feel something akin to dread when I see how similar he and I act. He’s desperate to change but doesn’t seem to know how. The eventual catalyst to his transformation comes from who I call his alter-ego, Sean O'Connell – the photojournalist who manifests Mitty’s fantasies of adventure and inner strength.

We’ve all got a dash of desperation. However, some have a dollop. The mental wanderings for my purpose in life have left me desperate for any kind of meaning, even attempting with people and in situations that I know are unhealthy for me.

This is why I have such intense wanderlust. Some ask why I have to leave the country to have meaningful, life-affirming experiences. Why can’t I just find what I’m looking for at home? This is a fair question. I subscribe to the notion that having these life-affirming experiences is all about perspective. If I just changed a part of how I view the world, it’s true I don’t have to travel far to discover myself. But perhaps I currently don’t know how to change a part of how I view the world. Maybe this physical exploration will enable a mental exploration. So yeah, it’s true about perspective. And I’m taking this opportunity to travel to figure out just how to do that.

Sean O'Connell beckons my attention, too.

I've only to escape my dream world and enter the real world.