'Opening Skinner's Box'

So far my bid to avoid the internet more frequently than not is proving a success. I now tend to write small passages into my planner as opposed to logging on here to allow it to descend into a full blown rant about someone on the motor-way or an incident that happened at work. I've found myself immersed in literature recently that provides life with a point that goes beyond me trying to find acceptance amongst my lines of erratic prose. I got to this crossroads theoretically where I couldn't find a reason for what I was doing. This developed into me feeling like I had to find this point to life. Lauren Slater writes 'Opening Skinner's Box' with an evaluation of what we do and don't know about the human mind. She comments cleverly on Sartre's view that human beings throughout life are essentially lost, and I suppose if I'm always looking for life to have some point to it, essentially I'm lost too.

I will instead adopt Skinner's belief that anyone can be trained to do anything: I've trained myself to just not give a shit.