When some poor schlub gets arrested for a wildly bizarre narcotics/indecent exposure/illegal import of endangered species charge, the local news will interview their neighbors who proudly proclaim they aren’t surprised in the least. The primary implication being that the suspect was odd from the beginning, and that no one ought to be surprised they got caught trying to sneak a half-dozen meth-addled monitor lizards through the port of San Diego wearing nothing but boxer briefs and an orange lei. The secondary implication, however, is that the person being interview is, by comparison, the picture of normalcy and ought not be associated with such a whack-a-doo. This may be an extreme example, but the point I’m trying to make is that deviation from the societal norm is frequently frowned upon, whether it results in having your Miranda rights recited to you or not. Moreover, there are plenty of people out there so desperate to maintain the image of normalcy that they will throw you under the bus without a second thought.
Some of you are likely familiar with Tolkien’s famous assertion that, “Not all who wander are lost.” I’ve come to believe that the wanderers of the world, while rare, are not at all bizarre or deviant by definition. There is a difference, albeit a subtle one, between wandering and being aimless; and, alternately, a gaping chasm between either of those and “total nut-job.” The thing is, aimlessness seems the far more troubling trait. Mind you, I doubt very much that the life of a proper wanderer is for me, but I also frequently fail to see the appeal of society’s prescribed notion of normalcy and stability. I’m not overly fond of white picket fences, I find neighborhoods full of nearly identical beige houses creepier than those little blond kids from Village of the Damned, Honey Badger and I are in full agreement that HOAs are the devil incarnate, I don’t much mind the idea of moving around every few years, and I will peddle my kids to soccer practice on the handlebars of a fixed gear Schwinn before I will drive a minivan.
In truth, I have a strong desire to be a wanderer, but an equally strong emotional need to feel secure. Occasionally, this frustrating state of affairs leads those of us who don’t quite fit into the conventional mold to become aimless. We settle in to jobs we don’t enjoy with coworkers we don’t like for a steady paycheck that does little more than openly mock us while barely covering the bills. Our dreams are denied us by our own insecurity and the societal pressure to “not screw up,” or “not be weird.” I’ve done quite well on the former and abysmally on the latter. This contradiction can lead to a stalemate where a person never grows or moves forward because what they want and what everyone else wants for them aren’t in tune. The people who find themselves unable to ignore the peanut gallery, become aimless. The rest become wanderers.
Take my roommate, Beatrix. Beatrix recently started yet another menial, unfulfilling office job in the name of health insurance and a paycheck. I won’t mock her for that; I don’t have the room. She took a break from college after finding herself terminally incapable of settling on a degree that would satisfy both her creativity and her need for “stability.” You see, Beatrix is an artist, and a damn good one, but she’s convinced herself that an arts degree is a dead-end that will lead her down a path that ends in destitution, prostitution, and a correctional institution. Once upon a time, I’d have agreed with her. I played it safe, and I regret it. As such, I encourage her to pursue her talents whenever the opportunity presents itself. There are avenues to make her creativity profitable, she just has to find the courage to take them.
Now, I’m not encouraging everyone to go out and become a starving artist. I’m talking about genuine talent, here. Once upon a time, yours truly could throw down a pretty decent doodle. Like many adolescent and pre-teen girls, it was all horses and dolphins with a few disastrous attempts at sketching people that landed square in “uncanny valley” territory. While my level of technical skill was decent, and likely would have improved with practice, I never had much vision for it. I could copy an image I’d seen with fair accuracy, but thinking up something original to draw was frustratingly foreign. I may get writer’s block on occasion, but “doodler’s block” was my default setting. Not so with Beatrix. The girl has genuine vision to back up her technical skill, and that’s the primary reason I encourage her to try making a go at it.
The thing of it is, the goals and dreams of a wanderer may change, frequently and without warning, but the aimless have no goals, and their untended dreams slowly die. The aimless may look, for all intents and purposes, like stable pillars of the community, or they may be perpetual underachievers, but their need to fit in, coupled with their inability to do so, leaves them in a sort of living limbo. That, my dear readers, is precisely what I’m trying to avoid. I may not be a full-fledged wanderer, but neither am I well-suited to the traditional definitions of stability, happiness, and success. I’ve only just begun building the confidence to investigate matters further, but I’m hoping this blog can encourage others, like Beatrix, to find courage and peace with themselves.