So then I moved onto Milan Kundera’s ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being’, also not exactly a laugh a minute. Something about the combination of the choice of reading matter and the workload has made me feel curiously dissociated, as though this whole project is some kind of experiment in which I’m an unwitting participant. Having said that, this is the attitude to life in general which gets reinforced by reading that sort of thing.
But I came away from the book with the contention that the author’s concerns are fundamentally irrational, and the sort of thing that comes from too much thinking and not enough doing. I like the bias for action round here, even if I do undermine it in my head by the confident sense of assurance that it really won’t pan out in the long run… Put it this way, I don’t think they’re bad people, and I don’t think they’ll cause bad things to happen. Most likely they won’t cause anything to happen. If it does, it’ll sure take some adjusting to – but I anticipate.