Connections.Posted: March 18, 2008
Every single person on this here blue dot of a planet is (supposedly) connected to each other, with (at the most) six “degrees” separating them.
Dunbar’s number, or “the supposed cognitive limit to the number of individuals with whom any one person can maintain stable social relationships” if Wikipedia can be trusted, is 150.
If all of those cheesy romantic stories in all TV shows nowadays, for every person, there is their “one”.
So since there are 6 billion-ish people here, the hopeless romantic would be waiting for the fabled 150 people, and of course, the “one” to arrive at their doorstep, the loner would automatically exclaim, “Fuck that shit!“, and everyone else is left to stare and think to themselves, those two people sure are assholes. Anyways, I digress. Apparently, one is supposed to weed through those 6 billion-ish people, find 150 of them that you can trust/are interested in, and through those find the “one” that will make you happy for the rest of your days.
To quote the loner, “Fuck that shit!”
The way I see it, every single person you meet and greet with is a connection you make. It’s going to be a number way higher than 150, and that’s fine. A term such as the “one” is too vague, and yet too specific (Yes, I did just contradict myself, shut up.), the perception that there is a single person out of the 6 billion, or even 150 is damn stupid. There isn’t a predefined notion as to how one will befriend someone, for there isn’t a thing called “fate” in it’s purest sense. Life may be an on-rails shooter a la “House of the Dead”, but you have the ability to choose which zombie to shoot. Bad metaphors aside, my point is this: There are 6 billion-ish people on this here Earth and one should try to establish a connection with as many people as they possibly can. Each connection gives an opportunity to trust, an opportunity to befriend, an opportunity to perhaps…