It hit me with a flash today. Some people are automatons.
I’ve seen this in two extremes – very bored, and very (too?) successful.
The very bored can be folks stuck in dull, repetitive jobs which they need for the money. There’s no challenge, no variety, no excitement.
- He’s the janitor listlessly pushing his mop around the room.
- She’s the clerk stacking cans at the supermarket.
- Or the owner of a mechanical-voice that answers your support call from far away across oceans.
The very successful too may become automatons.
- They build up a shell around themselves, to protect against intimacy with a large crowd that’s eager to get too familiar with them.
- They hide behind an ‘artificial’ persona they put on to achieve their success, and then wear for so long that it becomes a habit they effortlessly adopt.
- They hide their true selves.
By doing this, they appear emotionless, withdrawn and remote to those interacting with them.
I’ve seen doctors who became automatons. And big-name marketers. Busy executives. Bureaucrats.
Every time I’ve seen or engaged with one of them, I’ve left thinking I NEVER want to become one.
No matter what else I don’t become, I don’t want to become an…
I’d rather be a caring, feeling, thinking person – with all the pain, frustration and diverse emotions attached to that state of being.