A friend of mine was upset with the following:
The internet, blogs, social media sites all make it too easy for people to communicate. As a consequence each communication has less value, because it costs less.
He decided to make communication more difficult in order to impose a constraint upon himself and thereby make sure he thought good and hard before he said anything. So he had a company with a stone lathe make him a collection of ten pound granite alphabet blocks and would write things by putting the blocks in an internal frame pack, hiking up a three mile mountain trail, arranging the blocks, and taking a picture of the resulting sentences from a tree.
This is what he wrote:
A MAN & A WOMAN WENT OUT
SHE TOOK OFF HER CLOTHES & HE WATCHED AND & SMOKED A CIGAR
THEY WANTED MORE
THEY WANTED LOVE
HE SAID YOU WOULD JUDGE ME IF YOU KNEW WHAT I WAS LIKE.
SHE SAID NOT NEC
HE SAID WHAT IF I GENOCIDED A BUNCH OF ANIMALS
WHY SHE SAID
CAUSE I FELT BAD ABOUT MYSELF.
SHE SAID WHAT KIND
WHAT IF ANT?
WHAT IF CRICKET?
WHAF IF MOUSE?
WHAT IF GUINEA PIG.
SHE SAID NO. I DON’T LOVE YOU ANY MORE BECAUSE YOU ARE BAD.
HE TOLD HER I WAS TESTING YOU. YOU DO NOT REALLY LOVE ME IF YOU WOULD STOP CAUSE
OF GUINEA PIGS.
IT IS NOT TRUE.
I AM A GOOD GUY WITH A GOOD JOB.
Sometimes I think about my friend’s story and his curious method of writing it. I realize that he tries to make things difficult for himself because he is worried that his life will be a waste if it is too easy. He does it in how he expresses himself, and he did it in the relationship that he lightly fictionalized in his story of the nudity, the cigars, and the terrible lie about murdering cavies.
In my view he has made a mistake because the easiest thing in the world is to believe that your life will not be a waste if you make it difficult.
As if keeping from wasting your life, your words, or your love could be as easy as that or saving them could be that hard.