The Problem of Both And

This “problem” can be found on all sides. It stems from the desire to have both one thing and another. It has a root in idealism but also in an unwillingness to choose or decide.

At the moment relatively wealthy humanity is accustomed to having multiple up to date electronic devices, frequent new cars, foreign holidays involving air travel and conspicuous consumption which is sometimes diarised for show in social media. Yet in the back of the mind there is the spectre of anthropogenic climate change. There is a weak desire to slow this down. People want both their current way of life and to limit the ravages of global warming. Most approaches to planetary heating back “solutions” which do not significantly impinge on current lifestyle.

This is an obvious fallacy.

But it is one that is not addressed because in affect it is taboo and politically very unpopular. In wanting both and decisive action is delayed and put off. The advocates of striving to limit climate change themselves travel by air. People cross their fingers and hope we can limit climate change without changing our behaviours. The fairy godmother of technology will wave its magical AI wand and ta-da we have a solution for global warming. In the meantime, business green washes to keep the greenbacks rolling.

There is an awful lot of kidding and people are willing to be kidded because their conscience is assuaged by flashy on tone public relations. Look the oil manufacturers and producers are transitioning to green alternatives…😉

“Phew, I can have my holiday in the Maldives after all…”

Elsewhere I have predicted that the impact of climate change needs to get catastrophic before humanity wakes up. By which time it will be very late, perhaps too late.

We saw it coming, we did fuck all.

“Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospect; it has to be shattered before ascertained.”

Vladimir Nabokov

Humanity has a monkey with its hand in the cookie jar mentality. Inside the cookie jar are lovely cookies. We put our hand in it to extract the cookie but we cannot pull it out with the whole cookie in hand. The villagers are coming with sticks. We are so tempted by the cookies; we do not want a beating by the villagers. What to do?

This is a catch 22 which stems from greed and desire. In the absence of desire, there is no dilemma. Drop the cookie and get the hell out of Dodge. But it is a lovely cookie with banana and chocolate chips….

I cannot have both the cookie and avoid a beating.

No desire, no greed, no problem. Let go. Do a runner.

Most catch 22s stem from wanting something, some desire or some ambition. They are based on preferred outcome. In the absence of these the dilemma dissolves; it is a figment of mind and emotion.

Humans have a face in a jar problem. Inside the jar is their face, their social self-image, which they are clinging on to. They may want to resolve a relationship or ameliorate it but they are burdened by their face which they hold clenched in their fist. They are unable to shake hands whilst their fist is clenched tight around the mask of face. So, for most of their lives they walk around with their face clenched bare knuckled in fist and never know the freedom of an open palm free of social encumbrance. They may want to save both their face and a relationship. However, this is impossible, humans are stubborn and before long, it is too late.

You can see this human folly all around you.

Life is not a quantum superstition state. Sooner or later the both-and must be measured and collapse into either-or. The coherence of the both-and is finite. Decision is not something people are fond of.

Sometimes nature, the universe, or a planet will make the decision for us…

Wanting both-and is greedy.

LIFE is way bigger than petty human want and desire…

Haircut – Social Self-image Puzzle

The dreaming symbol of hair is social-self-image. The dream previous is the second one pointing at getting a haircut, popping out to get some money and the number 10. The earlier one in mid-September was set in a swish posh boutique in London, the one today more local. Before Covid I did get my haircut at a male barber in Guingamp. I have not been back since.

Having a haircut implies some kind of change in my social self-image. Tidying it up?

I am not at all concerned about my appearance and would perhaps look downmarket, even quasi-redneck to those who once knew me. About every 5-6 weeks or so the wife gives me a buzzcut at home. I have not combed my hair in over decade. When it is short there is no need. I live in army combat trousers, t-shirts and in winter a jumper.

In Buddhism hair can be called “ignorance grass” which you shave when you enter as a novice.

Outside of this marriage the only people I talk in any way socially to are the man who comes to cut the grass on the sit-on mower and the physiotherapist.  These are at most often bi-weekly and short.

I think of myself as physically strong for my age but struggle with flexibility and arthritis. I am not yet taking regular pain medication. I have seen a surgeon for him to assess if/when I need replacement hips. He was the man who put the Titanium pin in the head of my femur so that I could walk again after it bust. The wear and tear will only increase. I am pretty physically crocked. The ONS seems to think that on average there is ~50% chance that I will make 85. I disagree. That seems an awfully long time, luckily, I smoked and drank.

Primarily I see myself as a retired man, who has difficulty walking for a long time/distance who lives in a big house, with a big garden on a pension below that of the French minimum wage. I am married and by all “normal” metrics socially isolated. That does not bug me one inch.

In terms of likelihood, I will probably not do anything vaguely related to science again. Although I have read widely and perhaps have some knowledge, that is not much use to me and virtually nobody else is interested. My opinion is that what I know has no monetary value.

I have no idea how people see me. I am certainly not well known. Aside from the physiotherapist the people who have interacted with me the most in the last five or so years are the district nurses who care for the wife. They know a little about where and what I got up to two decades ago.

Socially I see myself as someone who does not like to interact and the usual social chit chat about the weather and how terrible the world is, is not my cup of tea. I used to hate finger-buffet death by canapé events.  I am pretty sure that my dislike of “normal” social interaction was a negative factor back when I was still in the world. It detrimentally affected my progression. But that is all by the by and nothing can be done to change the past.

I don’t see myself as someone that people might seek out or want to speak with. I don’t perceive myself as being welcome in certain circles. If I have anything left to offer it is not generally sought. I certainly am not going to big myself up or inflict myself on anyone. My life is sparse and most likely to remain that way or get even more sparse.

I guess that I don’t match expectations. There may be people who have an image of how I should be, how I should look. Who knows.

I am a little puzzled as to why my dreamer has highlighted social self-image because I don’t really have a use for one. I can easily be just another anonymous customer in the supermarket. The village pharmacy has closed down, they knew me a little in there. We now go to pharmacies in bigger towns.

We have has a loose Christmas drinks invite from the garden guy. He is all over the place and I am not convinced of materialisation. I am not sure I would want to go in any case.

Hmnn….

That is a rough go at describing my social self-image. Let’s see if there are more dreams on the subject…

Weird…

Haircut – Script Dream 04-11-2024

Here are this morning’s dreams. I have put them together as one because although there was a gap there seems a connection.

I am in a hairdressers where people are speaking in French. It is pretty busy. It is my turn and I approach a barber’s chair. A young woman with dark hair approaches and puts a cover all around my neck and over my shoulders. She asks what I want done. In a mixture of French and English I explain that I would like a short back and sides and a scissor cut on top. I say that I used to have #2 clippers in the UK which translates to 6mm here. {Factual account}.

She starts cutting the hair on my right hand side of the head. She shows me some long grey hairs that she has cut off. She comments that they are in very poor condition. She asks if I use conditioner. No.

I know that I only have a single £10 note in my wallet. She says that she could wash and condition my hair. It would cost €17. I say that I could go out into the central square in Guingamp to withdraw money. She says that it would be free this time.

She continues to do my hair and notices a flaky patch of skin with some kind of small growth. She says that she could sort it out. It would take 210 sessions at €17.

There is a pause in the dream. She and her husband are now partially dressed. She is wearing jogging bottoms a small black sports bra. I am out of the chair and kneeling on the floor. She pulls my head to her bare stomach and continues to cut the left hand side of my hair. 

I know in the dream that this is all about my social self-image being tatty and old.

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I am at some big social gathering. We are all sat at round tables with ~8 people per table. It is a wedding of sorts. A representative of the groom comes over to me and asks if I will read the speech for the groom.  He would be honoured. I ask to see the speech before I agree. I look through the document which has emojis. I cannot see my self reading from this script. It comes from a place, a view, which I do not recognise nor could I emulate.

I explain to the representative that because I am cognitively different, I would struggle in trying to convey this script. I would rather that the groom did it. He takes the script back and there is an air of disappointment.

Dream ends