I sit here in a room with no artificial light, with the exception of the faint glow behind these keys and brighter glow of the screen. To my right is an open window, the grey and green and barely hued pink sky allowed my hand guidance to a mug of tea. The experience in a culmination of all senses, yet if you were to take each one individually it would be a rather bleak picture. An open window whipping cold air, a dark room, a bleak sky. Isolated sensations that mean much less than the summation of all available senses. This is how I view objectivity. It is neutral, without stimulation. Observance and isolation. These sentiments of mine stem from a few oddly noticed connections.
I have recently been watching too much of a show called “How It’s Made”. You have probably seen it, and if you are anything like myself you have watched it for hours being mesmerized. When you finally turn away from the screen you realize that you just watched how buttons were made, and were entranced by a small disk of plastic with a few holes. Yet I marvel at these episodes of the mundane and monotonous, especially because of the workers. They are never shown to have full faces, they are only profiles, or dismembered and gloved hands. From what I gather from the episodes, they do the same task for hours, and judging by how quickly I am disinterested with folding a shirt after a few seconds I feel I would make a poor assembly line worker. The show never discloses the brands which are being produced, despite obvious attempts by the companies involved. The show is being entirely objective, removed from the human element, and the corporate motivation behind the creation of these artifacts.
Another example I fear is the interview. Job Interviews are entirely too condensed. They begin surreptitiously, a manicured resume is the only first impression you provide. Should your qualifications match, then comes a short interview. You must present a refined view of yourself, something capable of working diligently, and ethically, and without disclosing that you are human. If I were in a position of hiring authority I wouldn’t sit you down in a small room with a fluorescent light: the interviewee would choose where and what we would do for any length of time. Go-carts and ice cream? Sky-Diving followed by a volcanic ash facial scrub? Or a tea by an open window while we watch the rain slow to a trickle. Why not- it would give me a deeper understanding of intent and character. It has always astounded me how little time is put into the interview. If the candidate is hired, they will be in close contact with the staff for five days a week: why not dive deeper than a 15 minute placating interview.
Objectivity is not observance. A step back doesn’t provide you a clearer view of what is happening, rather it isolates you from societal interaction. As an extreme introvert (I challenge you to find a more introverted scoring person on a Myers-Briggs personality test) I can attest how objectivity provides little insight. The sky has now dimmed further, but contrast has heightened- it is a sky of rolling whites and blue, peppered with greys. I shall call this entry to a close.
Good evening, Internet.