Thursday went smoothly despite the late finish and for the first time being the last group out of the lab (we’ve been first out all week). I guess it was only fair this way since I’ve had today off. It’s been a fairly intense week and to be honest I found it easier than I was expecting. As with all things in life, you should try to make the best of them. Sure, I hate being in the lab for long periods, but I coasted through it by keeping the “misery dial” turned down and the “stay cheered” dial up all the way. I could even go as far as saying I enjoyed myself this week and could even hint at time growing wings and taking flight. They say the first week is the worst week, well I guess things can only get better from here…

Today, I popped by my soon to be “ex-workplace.” There was a film crew there filming around the outside and it made me think about how the camera has become a powerful tool in making people more attentive; a generator of curiosity. Whenever there is a camera crew set up, no matter where it is, the general public will want to know what is being filmed. Suddenly everyone notices and you’ll often notice a few people actually stop what they were doing and watch. Watch for a while. Watch to see if there’s a slot for their fifteen minutes. My dad said it best when he said “People are so obsessed with other people’s lives.” Why are people this way? I read in the newspaper a while ago that people with higher IQ’s craved for gossip moreso than their corresponding lower demographic. This begs the question why people with a higher ability to learn would entertain their minds with what other people are doing when they themselves could be getting on with more useful things like finding the cure for cancer(s). I guess it could be about self awareness and trying to stay above everyone else; the survival of the species complex. Or, you shouldn’t believe everything you read in the papers.

I think this is where fiction was born. There must have been a point in time when there were insufficient facts in the world, so people started inventing stories. These stories, conjured up from within the chambers of its storyteller’s mind, nourished the minds of others and suddenly a new addiction was created. Centuries on, television and broadcasting was brought into this world and catalysed the infusion of storytelling. Soap operas and sitcoms were conceived and this made people happy. This may be why we all love stories, because they keep us in check of what others are doing so that we can subconsiously be better people. We love stories whether factual or fictitious, because stories make us human.