Nothing

I didn’t do anything all weekend. I mean, I finished that afghan and I did dishes forever and some laundry and walked the dog and wrote a Pith post. But I saw no one and had no real deadlines and slept a lot.

And I’m feeling pretty good this morning. It’s definitely not as bad as when I started the medication, but I’m feeling the change in medication. No use in denying that. And it was nice to have a weekend where I could just be all “I will be a weird ugly tired mess in my own home” and I was!

I’ve been trying to write stories about aliens, to expand my repertoire to include “sci-fi,” but I had to admit to myself this morning that I just don’t find them very interesting. I don’t know if this is a lack of imagination on my part, but we barely understand cephalopods. It took us a long time to recognize how intelligent they are because their intelligence is so different from ours. And those are carbon-based life forms distantly related to us.

I’m not convinced we would recognize aliens if they got here. And as for communicating with them, I just don’t believe we’d have a whole lot of success at it.

So, it’s hard for me to figure out what I would find compelling about unrecognizable things passing unnoticed among us having either no effect on us or no effect we ever noticed. Like, how often does an ant contemplate an eagle, you know?

Anyway, so that’s something I learned about myself: eh, aliens. Don’t want to write about them.

Which is weird because I like to read other people’s stories about aliens. But whatever, the brain is a weird place.

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3 thoughts on “Nothing

  1. I don’t know if this helps, but I have seen several Sci-Fi authors make statements that are some variation of, “Science Fiction is never about aliens; it is always about us.” The aliens are just a foil, to see how we would react or overcome. They are a funhouse mirror whose distortions allow us to see human nature in a new way.

  2. I think that’s right. That’s why I know this is totally a failure of imagination on my part. Demons? Sure. Ghosts? Sure. Angry time traveling scientists? Okay. Aliens? Eh.

    I’m not giving up, because I think it’s a good exercise, but I’m going to stop expecting anything compelling to come from it.

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