The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get used to the latter.
EPISODE ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN: Switched On…
If we grow up in a loving home as a child, we get a lot from our parents. That’s who we learn how to interact with other people in public. Then school comes and those teachings are put to the test. Hopefully, we aren’t too rigid and learn from those interactions and grow. Maybe your parents were a tab bit racist, but in school, we developed friendships with people of all wakes of life, all religions, all colors. We progressed past what our parents taught us. Or maybe your parents were the kind that was very free spirited and you learned structure and planning.
And there were things we learned to like from our parents or siblings or friends from school. We saw they liked them and decided to like it, too.
I’m not here to talk about those things.
From a very early age, I loved science fiction movies and horror movies. I loved books, even if I was too young to understand the words in them. I loved certain music that I heard on the radio (the A.M. radio, I’m that old).
And I lot of these things I loved wasn’t picked up from my dad or my mom or my sister. They weren’t picked up by friends or people I saw on TV. It’s when you saw them or heard them, a little switch was flicked on that had been there since the day you were conceived. Maybe even before that. Maybe there’s an assembly line in Heaven where the builders of people choose what goes in whom. They have a section for all of the basic elements that make humans human. Then the line gets narrowed down and there are sections for likes and dislikes based on human interaction with other humans. Further down the line before we are covered in blood and placenta and other fluids, we go into a dark section, a section that can’t be seen by the others. There, little special things are put into us. Things that we discover on our own through no influence at all.
And if we’re lucky, they get switched on at the right time and we are drawn toward them, like a beacon in the fog.
Let me try this. Here are a few things that I was pulled to in my life from no influence from other people:
(some of these I have talked about already…and probably A LOT)
Science Fiction movies, TV shows, books
Horror (more suspenseful than gory)
Pink Floyd and other certain kinds of music
Books and reading
Climbing trees (not so much anymore..it hurts)
Fall (the season not the action or the TV show, but I should give the show a chance…I’ve done enough falling, thank you very much)
And… writing and creating.
Those are the ones that come to mind as I write this. All of these have made a huge impact on me. I saw or heard these things and it was as if I had always liked them. And If I try hard to figure out why I like them, I honestly can’t. I don’t know. But like them, nay, love them, I do.
It really does seem to me that there is some pre-wiring or pre-programming done on people before there is any influence on us that comes with life and living.
And I can’t be the only one.
Look, take it however you want to. Maybe you believe that people don’t have anything in their DNA that causes them to like something without any influence at all. Maybe you believe that it might not feel like influence from others and what you think is based on some sort of pre-determination is really just a mixture of this and that and it becomes this, something you like that feels like it doesn’t come from your mom or dad or your friends or what you might have seen on TV or on the street.
You might be right. Maybe it’s all just a combination of things you see and it got swirled around in the melon on your shoulders and out pops something you think is uninfluenced yearning for something.
It’s very possible.
But to me, it doesn’t feel probable.
Let’s take something I like, something that I believe is a ‘switch’ like. Something that was turned on for some unknown reason. Turning the switch on…. you get it. A switch like.
My father or mother or sister, as far as I remember, never watched science fiction movies while I was around. I’m not saying they didn’t, I’m just saying not while I was in the room.
The first science fiction movie I saw was the 1953 classic, War of the Worlds. I was flipping channels on our TV downstairs and saw a movie was coming on. I waited to see what it was. BAM. I was hit with the title and that switch, that I feel like that came with my model of a human body and brain, got switched on. I sat back in the recliner and watched the whole movie. I became a fan of all of the War of the Worlds films. And in my elementary school, a teacher brought the recording of the Orson Welles’ broadcast from 1938. I was enthralled. It became a part of me.
Or maybe it had always been a part of me. That switch.
And I still love it today.
These things weren’t just something that I saw or heard once, thought it was cool, and never thought of again. I brought my love for these things with me through time.
I still love them.
Even if you don’t believe in God or fate or an assembly line with angels putting stuff in you, hopefully, to figure out later in life. Maybe it’s something that was passed down in the DNA of an ancestor. Maybe they were a pirate, sailing the ocean blue or a farmer working the fields or a rancher getting the cattle into the barn late one night and looked up and saw something they couldn’t explain. It had such an effect on them, it got burned into their being and passed down, not catching for a couple of generations and landing into the DNA of me or you.
As for me, I believe these things we discover we like on our own are magical. They give us something to enjoy or fantasize about. And even though this particular thing may be loved by millions of people the world over, you came to like it or love it because YOU discovered it on your own.
It becomes special.
If Heaven exists and there is an assembly line with angels, I really hope to talk to the one that put the love of Indiana Jones in me someday and give him or her a hug.
July 20th, 2018
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.