Monday, January 28, 2013
I love my job!
Back in the day I used to have some really awful jobs. The one that sticks in my mind is the one where I worked at an amusement park. Day by day I would go to work, sit in one place for anywhere from eight to ten hours a day pushing buttons making the ride work and letting parents rip into me while I smile back and point them to customer service. I would take that malarky, sit back down on my chair and repeat my mantra, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job." Over and over I would repeat this. My friends would say things such as, "dude, your crazy why would you love your job with that crap" or "why do you lie to yourself like that." I would reply "the more I say it, the more true it will become."
Derrida's discussion on truth by repetition is exactly the same thing that I was doing to myself while I worked there. I continued to say that phrase over and over, and it did become true. I honestly did hate the job, no, actually I loathed that job, but by the end of my term there, I loved it. I didn't want to leave that place, but the season ended. Nothing changed, I still dealt with the same circumstances, but over the repetition, the lie that I told myself became truth. So what is the real definition of truth? Is truth different for each person? Are the personal truths? Are there such things as universal truths?
If a lie can become a truth, can a truth become a lie?