Change, I Hates It

Posted on 21 June 2010

I dislike change. I loath it, you might say. This is funny for someone born in the information era, someone who grew up embracing constant change as computers leapfrogged in what they could do. I remember when 32 meg of RAM was amazing, and a Pentium 2 processor was fast. I can’t even keep up with what is going on with technology anymore, though, and I’m actually in the field for my day job. Maybe I’m becoming an old man.

No, that can’t be it. But there is a certain human hatred of change, I think. Even the young, most flexible people that embrace change hate it. See, they embrace and love it, but only in certain fields. And there, they love it because it isn’t really change. It is still something they are in control of, after a fashion, or perhaps at least something they understand. Kind of like surfing, I’d imagine. The surfer doesn’t control the wave, but they can still ride it because they kind of know what it will do. The same goes with change.

And even old people like change, or at least embrace it after a fashion. Perhaps it isn’t as outward, but it seems the more crotchety and old a person gets, the more they look inward for the change to embrace. Their bodies, which have honestly been fairly stagnant for a while, are changing again, so that is what they have to embrace. And perhaps we are all like that. It isn’t that we hate change any more or less, we just change which change it is we are changing with. (Phew!)

And me? I guess I am starting to drift away from feeling like keeping up with computer tech and focusing more on publishing and writing, which I guess is a good thing, ‘cept my newfound change-love isn’t paying ye olde bills yet (although I am getting paid for some writing now, so that is a plus). So meh, change. But what happens when my old love and new love meet? What else? A big cluster of pain. Thus why I am writing this. I have a Firefly post to put into Tor as I read this, but Tor upgraded to a new system for putting blogs in, and I don’t want to deal with it. So I am putting it off and whining. Go me. Oh well, back to actually doing work.