STALOPHOBIA: THE FEAR OF STALENESS AND UNORIGINALITY
Inventive ideas in line with our passions are fueled by the arts and very largely by written works. We are a world which READS, or at least I sincerely hope we are. We read these things which make us in many of ways and forms: hard copies, fluid copies, audio copies, soft copies and all copies. Any copies at all carry the stories we dare to advance from.
READING SUSTAINS MY RELIGIONS.
Yet sometimes I boycott Books and all his beautiful friends for long stretches of time. Long enough that even a spotless mind may become sooty with filth. I do this, because I suffer so badly from Stalophobia: the fear of staleness and unoriginality.
Stal- from stale, -o- because it sounds legitimately Latin and phobia. Yes, I just came up with it.
Because my mind does this thing were it fixates incessantly on the thing it is curious on, you will find that at 01:09 a.m. that is right now, on my computer screen a bold phrase reads “humorous and fictional phobias”. Too pressing a matter for my brain that it chooses to forgo some much needed sleep. Okay now, here it is HIPPOPOTOMONSTROSESQUIPEDALIOPHOBIA- the fear of long words, naturally. I get to this and figure if someone can create this then I too can create anything to suit my various life conditions, and if I can, we all can. This is the exact thing that is my problem and also that gets me off reading I am talking about; this ‘BORROWED CREATIVITY’.
My thing is, the more I read ‘them’ is the more I am likely to sound like ‘them’. You know Them, the seemingly proficient-in-their-craft and the lets-set-the-rules-of-the-trade-by-their-standards people. You should be aware that your entire existence will be the dead-weight loss to the world on the moment you strive to be more like Them. If only we could all just be and sound like ourselves freely, if only. My Stalophobia is probably the best weakest thing about me; it is also the thing barring me from plausible intelligence. But something’s got to give right, lest we assume some damned inauthentic stance about life.
I wonder if it unsettles you too: the impact of wanting someone else’s traits on your own uniqueness. I am interested in learning what makes up the separations between being inspired and being a phony-full-of-baloney copycat. If you know, get at me with it, I would like to learn.
In the meantime, I wish that you become extraordinarily infected with Stalophobia and know that phonies got no homies. Let our activity be creation, let our business be to live and let us remain ever not doing what They do.
